she'd come to me in dreams
she would call from within
of those years have passed
that. thought would last forever
in the night when the moon
out to all who would hear
that the death of what's dead
is the birth of what's living
and her words filled my head
it's the life that lies sleeping
when you think you're awake
and the rest is just fake
and though volumes are written
she used three simple words
and she brought it all home