Living Funeral

Hans Zimmer-The Well
By an old drinking well on the grass so green
I lay down and fell into a dream
By a strange mellow sound from a silver eyed bird
I opened my eyes but said no word
On the pathway came walking a woman so bold
Behind her in silence went the old
Ahead ran the children with joyful cries
Their faces were lifted to the sky
The womans hair was raven and black as the night
Covered with stars shining bright
As they passed by the well I saw that their eyes
Were flaming like many coloured ice They passed by the well like a breeze pure and clean
Soon they were nowhere to be seen
When I woke up alone on the grass so green
I looked into the well to catch the dream
The water was rising and I felt a chill
I willed the water to be still
There was a face in the mirror like a face out of time
The eyes held a shimmery shine
There was a face in the mirror and the face wasnt mine
The eyes held a shimmery shine Hans Zimmer