On The Edge


On the edge of a dream

Can’t see what’s ahead

Could be in heaven,

Could be dead

An image forms,

I can see your face

I reach out to touch it,

But find cold empty space

I scream your name,

Only echoes reply

It’s painfully clear,

But I don’t want it to die

Don’t know how,

I came to this place

For every corner I turn,

I see your face

Then suddenly, I realize

Your feelings are true

Hopefully that will help me

Find my way back to you

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