Please don't cry.
Please don't fight.
Please don't turn out the light.
Darkness is quiet… Darkness is calm
Like death hidden in a beautiful song.
Like a dream when it seems you are able to fly.
It's a trick.
It doesn't stick.
You can kiss your dreams goodbye.
Death is quiet.
Death is calm.
And it makes people care.
It makes me wonder, if he had never died,
Would this guilt still be there?
In this darkness I can wait for dreams to creep on in.
Until I wake that dream is real.
It brings me home again.
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