Tonight, this night as I sleep,
my dreams of us make me weep,
to have a love so pure, to know,
to see that dream come true for sure.
If this be but a dream
then I wish to never wake,
but this is not as it seems,
for we are not a dream,
we are living flesh,
with love and happiness to rival the best.
Waking from walking a dream,
crushed down again with the rest
