Dreaming as I cross over to the other side.
Eyes closed gently not open wide.
Like dejavu, there will be memories of you.
I shall live to a ripe old age.
As death becomes me, just turn the page...
My heart will just stop, right on the spot.
She just decided it was time to go home.
The lord was with her, she died not alone.
This is the way I die on that fateful day.
I'll go ever so softly into my deep sleep.
My children around me, as they try not to weep.
Like dejavu, there will be memories of you.