I will be the ghost but truth be told
those faces, innocent faces now a ghost

They are gone, whether a blast
or bomb, same way, same death!

I will be the ghost but I will tell
those stories never told

Those that died of plain crash
Those bodies turned to ashes

Dreams cut halfway, and mouth got shut
bread winner or mother, daughter and son, I will tell

they need a monument
just once a year, tell them they are heroes

I will be the ghost, now they are ghosts
but their death, an irrecoverable body

Tell them they are heroes, holding their ashes

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