Dream of me in the depths of your despair,

and a beacon of what once was will appear.

Dream of me at your happiest moments,

and wish that I could be happy too.

Dream of me when you are angry,

think of those tempestuous waters we once tested.

Now focus on those waters.

Raging, boiling, lusting for the unattainable calm.

Those waters, which were once sweet, 

have now continuously lashed out storm after storm.

What was once clear and blue,

now heaves grey and dark.

Dream of me when you drown in those waters.

Those tempting, dark waters.

Those waters swallowed me long ago,

which is why you can only dream of me.