Friend’s Father’s Mother

Calling my name from a place far away
I could be dreaming; I'll be hearing
Tons of times seem to form in my mind
They all end in lined

I will be here, help to soak up the fear
And all the bad dreams that come calling
Outside your room you'll find company
The stars are falling

Show me the way, it seems so far away
But comes closer when I touch you
And you move on, go from one world into another

Can it be real? Can this not be healed?
Do you not deserve a second chance?
The ball's still in swing and it's your turn to sing
Your turn to have that last dance

Come first light of day, I will kneel and I'll pray...

Like the young man I am
With my face turned from the mirror
With my face turned from the window
With my eyes avoiding my shadow

Like the young man I am
With my face turned from the mirror
With my face turned from the obvious
We will all become oblivious

Like the young man I am
I will kneel and I'll pray
On the first light of day
That I forget it all someday

Like the young man I am
I will go on
Like the young man I am
I will go on
Like the young man I am
I will go on
Like the young man I am
I will go on
I will go on