"I took a stroll through Sefton Park sat,and gazed across the lake, the pigeons, ducks, and graceful swans, what a beautiful site they make. Golden leaves blew in the autumn wind, they rustled, and swirled about the ground, I sat alone, deep within my thoughts, there was no one else around. I turned up my collar, slowly lowered my head, then the tears began to fall, the misty rain caressed my face, and hid the pain of my recall. Why do loved ones have to go? oh why do they pass away? Childhood memories torment my mind on this cold November day, then suddenly, I heard a lovely sound that stopped me feeling glum, a little boy was feeding the ducks, and laughing with his mum. But as I looked up, strangely I was still alone, there was nobody that I could see, the ghostly fun, and laughter, I know I heard, maybe that was mum....and me."