The Dream what dream is this a dream i'm laying somewhere soft with fabric all around somewhere hazy waking clears i see sun shining through trees and hear a voice with music i love such peacefulness smiling a cool and gentle breeze my cloak breaking it's edge my hair curled flies across my eyes voices of friends rise above as music fades they are saddened i rise to comfort--but cannot move my eyes shift and now i know where i am and what has happened no fear just accept and i'll move on then you appear standing over me dressed as i like to picture you handsome as always but with tears that drop on my face you touch my hair kiss my forehead whisper goodbye as you rise i try to follow again i cannot move do not resist calmness and acceptance will let me rise i try again but i cannot please don't go don't leave me here i cannot get out and soon the casket will close my breathing now eratic my fear growing again no no NO not again not again with the suffering in my madness please come back for me someone please come back for me |
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