Dreaming of a little piece of peace, I see the beast
Screaming at the demons quick release, I hear a priest...
Last rites read as I'm crumpled on the floor
and I cease to exist, my heart beats...no...more...
Cease & desist, I couldn't resist temptation
Body deceased...there is no resuscitation
From far behind my mind I find a final breath
breathing out my soul, which will never taste death
Who am I...that when I die...
I should cause my soul to cry
Yet cry it did...such a surreal affair
as a teardrop stopped right there in mid-air
In my dream I saw my tear spinning 'round and 'round
and from deep within my tear I hear a beautiful sound
It's not the sound of the sadness that I had hoped to forget
It's a memory of a tomorrow that hasn't happened yet
I hear my mother's voice...I hear my children's laughter
I listen as my past becomes my happily-ever-after
and in my tear I hear my dad
making up for times not had
The joy within my tear was growing bigger and stronger
and I wish I could've listened to my tear a little longer
but as I woke from my dream, my tear eternally turning
I knew each tear cried is a lesson worth learning...
So to hell with the beast and the pain inside of me
Love will set my teardrops free...