It may have been a vision
It could have been a dream
Awake or lost in slumber
Or somewhere in between
He came to her from far beyond
The veil of time we know
Bearing one last message
Amidst a certain glow
He made a final promise
A gift that he would give
A gift that can’t be opened
As long as she may live
He told her death was painful
When you face it on your own
But when your time to leave has come
You will not be alone
I’ll be there to hold your hand
The way a father should
And guide you to the other side
The way no other could
Then the demons and the burdens
That had turned his day to night
Fell away and showed his naked soul
A pure and loving light
I think about that often
And it always brings me tears
But it fills my weary soul with hope
And eases those old fears
So, I dream of sweet reunions
With the ones who are now gone
A place where pain is never known
Where everyone lives on
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