Dear One,
Don't cry when it comes time to say our goodbyes.
The light dims,
as does this life;
don't cry, don't cry.
Well I'll think,
but to dream;
just seems so much more real to me.
Is it worth a life,
to live telling lies?
I'd give half my heart to see that bright smile.

Pure as driven snow.
It's getting harder to make myself let go.
Possibilities plague my mind,
will this ever get better with time?
So hold tight with closed eyes,
we'll pretend that your still alive.
Never known, one time,
could hold so much surprise...

One day,
I'd like to say,
I'm sorry but its too late.
She's already gone far, far, far, far away

(so long)

So I sleep,
just to dream,
it's the only place a mind can be free.
can be free.
can be free.