Post 537: Ghost of Christmases Past (11/15/09)

Ghost of Christmases Past (11/15/09)

Seeing the world through unspoiled eyes

Living vicariously
Seeing the possibility that lays in front of me
That has long since died
But this isn’t the time to ask why

Visited by the ghosts of Christmas past

All the years growing up
What my parents sacrificed, sacrificed to give me
I’m sorry that I never took the chance
To thank them for the memories
The memories they gave to me
Now I hope I can be the man, the man who can pass it on
And create the lingering memories, for someone else to see
The ghosts of Christmas past

The sense of wonder that has eluded me

Shows itself this time of the year
And I forget to remember
All of the pain and misery I can see the rest of my life
Because now I have to pass it on
And to create the present that will become a cherished past
I just hope I’m up, I hope I’m up to that

Visited by the ghosts of Christmas past

All the years growing up
What my parents sacrificed, sacrificed to give me
I’m sorry that I never took the chance
To thank them for the memories
The memories they gave to me
Now I hope I can be the man, the man who can pass it on
And create the lingering memories, for someone else to see
The ghosts of Christmas past

Maybe it is a day for delusion

A day to believe that your common man
Isn’t just executing some evil plan
That you feel that you can help someone, help someone see
See that the world isn’t so bad
This special day
I’ve got to find, I’ve got to find a way

Visited by the ghosts of Christmas past

All the years growing up
What my parents sacrificed, sacrificed to give me
I’m sorry that I never took the chance
To thank them for the memories
The memories they gave to me
Now I hope I can be the man, the man who can pass it on
And create the lingering memories, for someone else to see
The ghosts of Christmas past