------ ------ --- ---My ghost is everywhere hereIt hangs on every treeLingering with every flower and leaf,smell of scent and sight and soundThese are calling cards from another timeFamiliar days and forgotten phases,like water trickle down down downTime is an ocean, and I'm set to swimand I'm tumbled by her.Circle around the sun, turn turn turnSomeday my turn will comeStretched by time and torn by fateI'm held together by the flesh of faithPushing up I hope for the sun,but I'll take the rain with what all it comesI walk and my feet roll, arms sway side to side, to and froWho am I to try to guide my life?Like the tribes that came before us, and all the kings and queensand our ancestors, through the centuries...Through the birth of a child, I return the gift that was given meThe wind on the skin, and the pull of gravity.Circle around the sun, turn turn turnOne day my turn will comeI'm living every minute and dying every dayI hope my heart is in the right place