I was just laid thinking
allowing my mind to roam.
Thinking about life’s ups and downs,
not knowing where to go.

I thought of the time I was young
the time I lived abroad,
of all the friends I used to have
some I’ve still got – some have gone.

Not through broken friendships,
but have left this earthly plain.
For while their ’shell’ may be gone
here their souls remain.

We imagine they watch over us.
We see them in our ‘minds-eye’.
But most of all we hear them
in the silence of the night.

Through our dreams we see things
hidden during the day.
The nights are there for us
to silently dream and pray.