Black Sheep
Last night my sister said she saw you in her dream
It was the sweetest thing I wish that I believed
The other day when something stirred me in my sleep
I woke up thinking it was you and all that you would say
write a good song for me
The other day somebody said that they had seen
a man was raised up from the dead by his belief
I think we argued about it over coffee
your voice is still inside my head
we all die eventually
So decide what you believe
The other night we helped you walk up to your room
We didn’t know that you were never going to leave
I feared the words that didn’t come till you were gone
I fear that I’ll forget your voice
inside my memory
Writer/s: Daniel Ben Snyder
