For most sleep and dreams are a blessing to the mind,
But to me dreams leave only but a curse behind.

While most dream of great things they want to be,
I just replay a memory, I wish had never happened to me.

For as I drift off to a slumbering sleep,
The image of our lost love strikes me everso deep.

I wake from the nightmare with your shattering words of goodbye,
And I lay in the darkness of the night as I wipe the tears from my eye.

Night after night my dreams end this way,
And now I have come to fear the passing of each day.

When will this dreadful torment ever end?
Only when my love is within my arms again.