I had a dream that my dad passed away,
It’s not the first time I’ve woken up this way,
With sweat down my back and tears in my eyes,
Unconsciously unable to realize
That it’s just a dream and It’s all be okay,
At least I curl into a ball and that’s what I say
“It’ll be okay, he’s at home just fine.”
What would it be like to lose something that’s mine?
I stare off into the darkness of the night sky,
Hoping he’s not really up that high.