I am going to call him,
When I awake, when my eyes open.
He may be asleep, but rest will be softly broken,
His voice may be gone from my mind,
But I need one last conversation before it dies,
Like to a flower, I try to tend yet I’ve failed to care,
I know he’s still here, I see him everywhere.

Ready to hear his warm and gentle sound,
I fall asleep with the small hopes,
The small hopes of that one last conversation,
I didn’t know it wouldn’t bring his salvation,
Yet I rest. With the morning smile,
While he grips on, walking the life and death isles.

Ready to hear his warm and gentle sound,
I fall asleep with the small hopes,
The small hopes of that one last conversation,
I didn’t know it wouldn’t bring his salvation,
Yet I rest. With the morning smile,
While he grips on, walking the life and death isles.

I’m met with the consoling dawn,
Somber in its nature,
Yet the feeling of emptiness is a puncture,
The small hopes of one last adventure,

I was going to call him,
When I was awake, but his eyes did not open,
For you see, he is asleep with rest that remains unbroken.