Walking through

Whenever I pass by the house
he used to live, it creeps outside
and haunts me wearingly - his smile.
There was a time it made me shout,
so radiant, behind my back...
And there were days I used to lack
the strength to stop and turn around.

I forced myself to face the ghost.
Since then I feel relieved and free
like someone's watching over me
I heal, get by and learn to hope.
Like someone's watching over me
I am prepared to choose new road,
a highway which would take me home
to find the truth my heart had dreamed.

Whenever I pass by the house
he used to live, I stop and sigh
in honor of the time gone by.
A prayer I still hold in mouth
is meant to guard him through the night.
Though our souls crave for diverse paths
I beg that life for him be glad -
May spirits help us both to shrine.