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I'm running out of time
I can't find the exit
I hear the doctors' voices
They say I may not make it
My body feels numb all over
They say I'll slip into a coma
Tell my family to hope for the best
I'm falling into a deep sleep
I dream of fields of flowers
And lovely rain
Alas the flowers are painted weeds and paper
Alas the rain is broken glass
I'm lost inside myself
I have to leave this desolate dream
Someone takes my hand
And talks to me
Though they think I can't hear them them
I understand their every word
But it takes every effort to wake up, to still breathe
So my mouth will stay put
Until I escape, wake in to the real kingdom
And leave this desolate dream