Dressed In White.


I feel like I'm alone,
I've been left on my own.

I wish you were here,
Because now I have a fear.

I don't like the feeling,
That I'm not worth healing.

Now it's time to go,
I still hear your voice, though.

As my vision disappears,
Your face becomes more clear.

I'm leaving this world by my own hand,
To be with you in a distant land.

As I walk your way,
The grass starts to sway.

Standing in a meadow all dressed in white,
I feel that this is right.

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