Breathing quickly, desperation.
The dream sequence begins-
A chilling sensation...
And I, I dream of you.

Almost a year now,
That you've been sleeping
There in that darkness;
The earth ever-creeping.

Memories sweet, always at hand.
Are not ever-lasting.
Slipping like sand
Between the fingers of time.

And I, I dream of you.
As if you are of the undead.
Pleading for the release,
Of our mourning and dread.

You hate the pity, the tears.
You wish that we would cease
All of our sorrow, our fears...
That we would let you go.

What dream is this?
Who am I to relay this story?
I was no one close to you...
Just an on-looker of your glory.

Yet I, I dreamt of your face.
I dreamt of your voice,
Of your cocky smile,
Of the way you laughed.

And I, I dreamt of your eyes.
As they pleaded with me
To just let go.