Somewhere between dreaming
And waking
Is that special time,
Where I see you
Alive and well and shining bright,
Just as you did before.
When I wake I remember
That one awful truth,
You’re gone and never coming back.
I sob, because it seemed so real,
That time between dreaming
And waking.
Still, each and every night,
As I lay my head down to sleep,
I think of you and hope to see
You shine so bright in that special time,
Between dreaming
And waking.
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