You arrive on the scene and revive whatever has been dead.

You must stay alive for I need you to survive. You are a ghost

of many unsolved mysteries, untold heroic good deeds. Who knew

heaven would need you the most? Lost little immortal child run

wild and free in this field of gold. Plentiful, love is in the air making

dreams come true. Your spirit is always here although your chair remains

empty at the table.