You came to me again   Last night in my sleep   You held my hand so tight   I woke and thought I could feel it   But I’m not one to believe   In signs or apparitions   I lost that side of me   A long, long time ago      I don’t want to talk about it   You’re gone and now we’re living without it      There is never enough time   And too many things to do over   We’re given the years that we get   But we always want a little bit longer   I’m not one to pray   With my hands folded together   I lost that side of me   A long, long time ago      Well I know it will come to me   But is anyone ever ready?   What do you really believe?   Whatever makes it easier?