Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about laying to rest and
then flying,
how the moment at hand is the only thing we really own.

And I lay in my bed and I wondered, after all has been said and
is done for,
why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone?

Is this life just a path to the place that we all have come
from?
Does the heart know the way and if not, can it ever be found

in a smile or a tear or a prayer or a sigh or a song?

And if so, then I sing for my father, and in truth, you must

know I would rather
he were here by my side, we could fly on the wings of a
dream.

To a place where the spirit would find us and the joy and
surrender would bind us.
We are one anyway, anyway we are more than we seem.

There are those who will lead us, protect us each step of the
way.
From beginning to end, for each moment, forever, each day.

Such a gift has been given, it can never be taken away.

Though the body in passing must leave us, there is one who

remains to receive us.
There are those in this life who are friends from our heavenly
home.

So I listen to the voices inside me, for I know they are there
just to guide me.
And my faith will proclaim it is so, we are never alone.

From the life to the light, from the dark of the night to the
dawn,
he is so in my heart, he is here, he could never be gone.

Though the singer is silent, there still is the truth of the
song, in the song.


Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about laying to rest and
then flying,
how the moment at hand is the only thing we really own.

And I lay in my bed and I wondered, after all has been said and
is done for,
why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone?

Oh, why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone?