Last night I woke up from this nightmare I had.
I dreamed about someone who appeared to be dead.
I saw a familiar person lying on a bed.
It made me cry, it made me feel real sad.
He was lying there all on his own.
Died for a love he only had shortly known.
Died because he loved her too much,
died of longing for just a simple touch.
The tears in his eyes refused to dry,
it broke my heart, I started to cry.
Was it a dream, or was it reality?
Tears of love, proving its immortality?