Don't wake me, it's much too nice,
This dream I'm having, safety from the vice.
"I still miss you, come what may..."
It is here that I again hear these words you say.
Please don't touch me, you'll break it to pieces,
What I have wanted for so long is now within my reaches.
Don't wake me, I'm begging please,
Get up off your knees;
I don't want to leave here, it's so peaceful,
Peace only found under the sacred steeple.
Nothing is sacred, not even to us,
Mixed company, broken promises, overused crutch.
Wake me now, and let me die forever
This life has become too much to endeavor.
Please, Dear, I miss you but,
The pressure on me is way too much.
A land of wonder, no pain here,
And everyone that I once held dear.
I wish you could be in this place,
But pain shatters the vision from your face.
A vicious cycle, sleep and wake,
Heart-shattering soul quake.
