• I walk home from a funeral
    To my bed for peace.


    I wake in an unformiliar place
    A place I have never seen.


    There is a bridge,
    A bridge that I dont know.


    As a walk over,
    I think I know what to do.


    I will jump off this bridge
    And into this river under me.


    Before I could do anything
    There is a voice.


    A voice I have heard before,
    The voice of my lover.
    The voice I wish to hear once more.


    What I am about to become

    Is what I am about to see.


    Is this a dream or my death?
    In which a death that will never happen.


    I wake with a scream as I see,
    It was only a dream and I'm glad to be me!