At night as i lay to sleep,
will i awake or will it be too deep.
i wake up and find myself somewhere new.
surrounded by people dressed in black and blue.
i walk up the middle of the cold room,
no one notices me,
am i meeting my doom.
there is a bed big and brown,
inside the bed is a girl with a crown.
she looks so beautiful as she sleeps.
the people cried,
she slept too deep.
this girl had died.
her skin looking pale and green
the bed was a coffin.
surely no it couldn't have been,
as i look closer i recognize the face,
no one noticed me because they couldn't have seen,
they were crying over me in that place.
i was the girl laying there dressed in white,
i was the girl that followed the light.
i was the girl that wouldn't live to see another day.
i was the girl that couldn't stay.
then in the church you heard the people say,
how could such a pretty girl do such an ugly thing?
she had a shot wound to her head
written on the bullet was i long to be dead.
put your hands together and let us pray.
pray for her safety on finding her way.
then all of a sudden i awake with a fright.
shaking and hugging my pillow tight.
it had all just been a dream.
i have to live for yet another long day and night.
