She dreams of what is in her soul the jewel of life worth more than gold. And in her sleep still she smiles for where she is she'll dwell in for a while. She's in a breeze of blissful air, where arms of peace hold her there, she's in a song of much delight that sings of day and not of night, where sweet roses bloom and their not another victim of sorrows gloom. But yet where they live in graceful bliss, and there she'll dwell with in a lasting kiss, and her heart can be free so then she makes a tender plea, " wake me not to cause my tears, open not the door of endless fears, for when I wake I'll still have tasks so just let me hold on to this moment that's all I ask, and just before this moment dies, let me dwell in secluded peace beneath closed eyes." Beneath the sky of silent night in soothing hours of twilight, beneath the eyes of precious sight there in wonder shone a light, the light of a dream. So wake her not cold-hearted sorrow, but yet let her rise to meet tommorow, when the sun shines the light from above, let her remember how she dreamt of love.