No one can hear me what’s going on
I can’t move my arms or legs
I can’t sing my favourite song
I lay here in silence but I can’t be dead
My body is just an empty shell
And I have a bandage on my head
I remember the feeling of falling down
The motion of drifting and floating
Before I felt searing pain as I hit the ground.
But why can I hear every word that is said
My wife my daughters and a doctor I presume
Saying He’s very, very lucky he is not dead
But I float above and see them all cry
As my wife holds a limp warm hand
And I don’t understand, don’t know why!
I see a shimmering white light form above
And the temptation is great to drift and admire
But I know I must stay and be with my love
How do I do it wake up form this dead sleep,
When I fly back in my body the pain I feel
I don’t want the light, I won’t take that leap.
My eyes flutter and my body I can feel
As I know I must stay here now
And allow my broken shell to heal
My wife smiles and cries, and says I love you
I take my time as each move is so hard
As she sees a smile so small is all I can do.
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