Picture this if you willStanding on an open shoreWhite lights dancing, sudden image of a queenSee her floating ever stillGently, softly she beckons you to comeAnd Crystal was the name I called herGentle as the falling snowShe appeared to me again this morningWhy I’ll never knowOnly a fool turns away from an angelVision in white steps through the doorHolds out her hand I say no I’m not readyI open my eyes and let the dream fade awayAcross the velvet sky I heard my angel cryHer tear a falling star burning out its way into tomorrow