All Saints' Day

I've roamed this world for two-hundred years, a harmless ghost that's forever feared. Death took my body, but it left my soul, a drifting shadow on an aimless stroll. One-hundred and fifty years ago to the day, they put me in a coffin and they carried me away. I expected I'd be going to Heaven or Hell, led a life of contradictions so really couldn't tell. But I seeped from the ground like a puff of smoke, a full torso apparition, a ghost, no joke. I've been hangin' around here ever since, forbidden to cross this old graveyard fence. I've roamed this world for two-hundred years, a harmless ghost that's forever feared. All of my loved one's have passed from this place, me I'm still passing, still praying for grace. Right after I died people came and went, I got a few visits and some flowers got sent. But at time passed by, friends passed on, I'm still watin' around, still singin' my song. When the wind whistles through the graveyard trees, you best believe the sound you hear is me. Up on the hill I go nothin' but time, countless years to perfect my rhyme. My prayer is that someday, I'll see the light and fly away. And leave this earthly place, to find peace in outer space.