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.