This has been going on for many years
It has become one of my greatest fears
Someone is chasing me with a gun
The only thing I can think of, is to run
During this nightmare I begin to scream
Then all of a sudden I wake from this dream
I'm standing by these sandy shores
As every wave hits, I can hear the roar
Now I'm holding a fistfull of sand
As life begins to slip through my hand