Here I Am (Neil Cotton)

Our gig Friday was the first
Since our drummer had passed
At a window sill behind me
During set up I glanced
On it a broken drum stick.
Don’t think it appeared by chance

The spirit or soul
Some call it a ghost
Go where they feel
It’s safe to reveal
I am here
Here I am

A few months ago in a bar
There was a strange event
The sound level kept fading
As if so loud it offends
This happened three times
Untill the volume was set.

The spirit or soul
Some call it a ghost
Go where they feel
It’s safe to reveal
I am here
Here I am

These weird things are true
Has one happened to you

The spirit or soul
Some call it a ghost
Go where they feel
It’s safe to reveal
I am here
Here I am

Last edited by Neil Cotton; 11/11/18 10:45 AM.