Wake me up inside, from this winter's night,
when I slumber, when I fall,
into the plowed snow's mountain, through to the core.
You shiver by my side, asking
"Is it all alright?" when the answer
never will be known.

Wake me up inside, now comes the time
when I stumble, when I call,
seeing only snow, feeling only cold.
You wait by my side, watching as
I shiver through the night, when warmth
is just on the other side.

I'm asleep inside, unknown of the world,
when I dream, when I toss and turn,
away from the frozen dreams, to the imagined warmth.
No one by my side, not in these dreams,
"Is it tonight?" an answer lost
before ever known.

I'm asleep inside, unraveling, to come undone,
yet I walk, yet I talk, live,
going through each day, looking for each night.
You fear the passing of the day, of the night
yearning to be stuck between, it was once said,
an impossible dream.

Wake me up inside, from this buried dream,
where I am, where I am not,
everything and nothing, all in between.

::February 28, 2003 06:09 PM

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