Once I dreamed that you were crying,
And when I told you that,
You admitted that you were.
That was the very last time
That I knew you were alive;
The very last time I saw
The person that you used
To be inside.

Last night I dreamed that you were dying,
But I didn't tell you that.
In my dream you said you weren't;
That everything was fine.
And I knew it was your pride
That has often stung me,
But I still don't know
If you're alive.