By Mark Nichols & Nicole Schoonover
Last night I dreamed a dream that had no color
The wind reached in and found me in my head
The icy tears spilled softly to my pillow
And I could feel some darkness spreading there
The spirits there they did not even whisper
But I could tell, they wanted more
And I knew then that they were hungry
For the sweet things that I adore
I'm so Afraid—
Afraid the gods will take it away
I'm so afraid that these blessings aren't really mine
I'm so afraid at any moment that the sky will tumble
Yes, It's true, that I'm afraid
These dreams of loss will shatter me in time
I know this life will someday fade away
And then it won't be mine
And visions of all I love will disappear
Tomorrow when she wakes us
I pray she won't forsake us
And life will roll surely by
But for now
Without you I'd surely, surely die
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