Ageless dreamer,   I won't wake you up.   Mother's crying,   all surrounded in love,   and your father   held his head in his hands,   dries her eyes off,   starts to shake as he stands.      Helpless heartbreak,   lost inside of yourself,   made your bones ache,   throwing coins in the well.      Yours is not a new face.   I was such an old friend.   I'm believing for my soul's sake,   that you'll never hear me talking.   Life is but a short fate,   and leaving is a hard thing.   I'm dreaming of a new place   where I can hear you laughing.