Every time you think about it

It tears you up inside

You curse the day your mother

told you, your father died

Now you're always searching

Searching for the reason why I've gone

But I will always be here

By your side, through the darkest night



Here I'll stand on the firing line

Here I'll walk through the field where I died

I will fight and let the voice ring true

I am the ghost

Standing next to you



Every night you go to sleep

You pray the Lord my soul to keep

You don't know I've not gone away

You see I watch over fighting men

So they can have peace again

And maybe someday you will all be free



Here I'll stand on the firing line

Here I'll walk through the field where I died

I will fight and let the voice ring true

I am the ghost

Standing next to you



You speak to me

And I feel your pride

Assuring me I'll never die

I write Mother...

"He's here with me..."

He's in our minds

He's in our souls

Of sacrifice his story's told

He holds the flame of freedom for all to see



Here we stand on the firing line

Here I'll walk in the field where I fight

I will fight of die for liberty

With the ghost standing next to me



Don't tread on me...live free or die!!!

To our fallen brothers

You died to keep us free

To our fallen brothers

Who gave us liberty