As I lay dying
I want you to know...

Reclining in my easy chair
On a day oh so fair...

Light falls
When our eyes meet...

When we no longer take
When we no longer wake...

Haunted
By these voices...

Forgetting what is behind
Striving toward what is ahead...

Where are you now
When I need you here...

Under the sky
We all remain...

Through these halls, I walk with dead
If only I could wake the dead...

The vision that I have seen
Tell of events unseen...

Where I gently talk
The room begins to balk...

Where we can be
When we begin to lose sight...