The first draft for this was called “shadow”. You come through someone’s live, cast a quick shadow, leave, and then never remember you again. Or maybe they do but you feel like they left a deeper, much deeper, mark on your life than you on theirs.
That’s one of my favorite verses so far in therms of rhytm. It’s very easy for me to read and it sounds just right.
I’m not leaving any traces
And not breaking winter frost
One of the long forgotten faces
I’m nothing but a ghost
Like a tree slashed dead
Like a day that bleak and hollow
Like a bird flying over head
I’m nothing but a shadow
Like a vow broken long ago
Like a gold that won’t glitter
Like a sorrow that you saw
I’m nothing but a whisper
Through the day and night
I’ll be forever lost
Gone forever from your sight
I’m nothing but a ghost