In my sleep Tonight.
I just took a flight.
Above the sky so high.
I am indeed now touching the sky.
I just gave up on all my issues.
I am traveling on a piece of tissue.
A dream so relaxing.
A scene so amazing.
A life so gleeful.
A life so cheerful.
Now don't wana wake up.
Just wana to live in the dream, I made up.
But to be dead is so hard.
I want to have a life written on my card.
But I need to wake up.
That's a truth, indeed at last.
A joyful life just ended.
Enemies have against me plotted.
Goodbye! My dream.
I can't taste any more of such sweet cream.
Now have to face the world so cruel.
Let's wait in the world for the funeral.
Writer: Eiman Asif
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