Last night I saw some faces
That I thought I’d never see again.
Their faces hadn’t changed,
But mine has, since then.
I know that I was dreaming,
But I won’t forget what was said
Almost advice that I had needed,
Even though they are all dead.
When I am searching for the answers,
You come to me at night,
Whisper the words I need to hear: “
I have the will to fight.”
You may have left this earth;
I watched you age and die.
Yet you still reach out when I need you
And whisper, “Live, don’t cry.”
The memories, they fade with years;
Photos are just a capture in space.
The younger generations won’t ever know
The lines of laughter on your face.
I grow into the generation
Where time is rushing past,
But you are with me in my dreams at night,
Allowing me to live on and still last.
