🌬️ “The Little Ghost” – Country Music Outlaw This poignant country ballad tells the tale of a forgotten spirit—a child who lost his life where the roadside meets memory. “The Little Ghost” drifts through playground breezes and quiet longing, yearning to play once more among the living. With vivid imagery and heartbreaking detail, this original song delivers a story of innocence interrupted and the echo that grief leaves behind.
🪶 Written by: GLSJR 📺 Channel: Country Music Outlaw 🎵 Genre: Emotional Country / Acoustic Ballad / Southern Gothic
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By the old oak tree where the children run,
He floats in shade, away from the sun.
They laugh and shout with the afternoon breeze,
While he drifts silent among the leaves.
They kick the ball down the grassy slope,
He reaches out, still clinging to hope.
But their eyes pass through, they never turn,
He’s just a whisper the wind can’t learn.
He just wants to play like he did before,
One more kick, one laugh, nothing more.
But they don’t see the tears he hides,
The little ghost who's empty inside.
By the road, where the flowers stay,
Is where he left the world that day.
He remembers the sun, the taste of rain,
The way his name would ring like flame.
Now he watches them from behind the swing,
And hums along when the robins sing.
It happened fast, a stray ball, a cry,
Tires screaming under a cloudy sky.
They laid down flowers in a bundle tight,
Teddy bears fading in morning light.
He just wants to play like he did before,
One more kick, one laugh, nothing more.
But they don’t feel the chill he brings,
The little ghost with clipped-off wings.
By the road, where the flowers lay,
Is where the world just slipped away.
So if the breeze tugs soft at your coat,
And the soccer ball drifts like it floats,
Know he’s near, with a silent plea,
To be more than just a memory.
He just wants to play like he did before,
One more kick, one laugh, nothing more.
But they don’t see the tears he hides,
The little ghost who's empty inside.
By the road, where the flowers stay,
Is where he left the world that day.
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