Though I awake

And my first thought is of the sounds of pain

That I mill make

I remember her smille

The look from her as I take her hand

And we walk the deserted mile

The sounds of hate

The flashes of pain

Fade to white noise

And I can forget

My fear of everything

My Fear of me and of them

My fear or lossing her

My fear of opening the closset door

All becuse when I awake

It is her face I see as my dreams fade

And in that soft morning glow

I will smile