The Tunnel (11/8/93)

I am walking through the tunnel; the tunnel is my life.
I can see painted pictures to my left and to my right.

The pictures are events in life, the ones that I hold dear.
Little do I realize, the end of my tunnel is near.

I see my Mom, I see my Dad, I see my sisters and pets.
I see my friends, I see my cousins, but I haven’t seen you yet.

Ah, here it is, I strain my neck to see it up above.
The painting is a symbol of our confused and tortured love.

As I walk on, I see yet more; paintings of you and me.
Then I come upon one painting, that seems quite strange to me.

In this painting, I am on the ground, by my side you are crying.
Soon I come to realize, that in this painting, I am dying.

There was a struggle, your life was threatened, so I came to your side.
It’s clear to me, that for you, my love, from this struggle, I have died.

Suddenly there is a light so bright, it blinds and burns my eyes.
I cannot see the angels, but I can hear their beautiful cries.

The angels take me from my tunnel, to bring me to paradise.
“But I don’t want to go!” I shout, “I don’t want to leave my life!”

I awaken the next morning with the sun in my eyes, and my body drenched with sweat.
I’m here! I’m alive! Lying safely in bed, the angels haven’t taken me yet.

Then I recall last night’s dream, and the struggles that took place.
I remember my death, I remember the angels, and then I remember your face.

I come to realize, how I feel; for you my love is true.
I realize that though I’m scared; I’d die, my love, for you.