I am sitting here writing when I should be in bed
I don't know where my brain is; it's not in my head.
I have had this reoccuring dream, almost every night
To be honest, it's giving me quite a scary fright.
I thought it might help if I chose to write about it, so here I go
But there are still things that remain unclear that I don't know
I am driving on the way to school and then someone hits me
I go off an overpass and then the strangest thing I always see.
A guardian angel is straped in beside me, holding my hand
Saying I'm going to be okay, I'm going to a beautiful land
I start crying, saying I still have so much that I have to yet do
She sqeezes my hand tightly, and I sqeeze her hand too.
Right before my car crashes to the earth, I wake up in tears
I believe my days are numbered, I may not have many years
I'm scared to drive, but change that scared to an awfully terrified
Because someday, hopefully not soon, this will be how I died.
I believe fate is trying to give me a sign, but it hurts a great deal
I want this dream to go away; I don't ever want it to become real
Writing about it has helped me some, it has helped relieve stress
I think God is trying to tell me something, and I'm being given a test.
When I pass someday, I know for certain that I don't want to die alone
But if this how I will die, somebody will someday discover my bones
I hope I live past a hundred years old and raise a loving and caring family
I hope this dream goes away soon; I won't let it get the best of me.