I had a dream. A dream where Woods woke up and smiled at me. But it was just a dream. I woke up still at his bedside in the hospital and he was still in a coma. I realized that I was crying and wiped my eyes.
I still couldn't believe it. After surviving all those years in the Hanoi Hilton he got shot as we were escaping. Now the doctors are saying that he will never wake up and that I should pull the plug on his life support.
What a fucking wonderful world we live in!
Sleeping soundly, I have a dream
Of your profile
Without noticing the overflowing tears
That are running down my cheeks
And the worst part is...I never told him how I felt about him. I know its ridiculous that some one like me, Alex Mason, would be in love with a man but Woods was always so...different. Did he love me back? I guess I'll never know now will I.
I've hidden the heartrending
Throbs that are in this chest
I picked up his hand. It was rough and calloused. Just like him. He looked so peaceful sleeping as the heart monitor beeped rhythmically.
Last night, Good night
Last night, Good night
This night, I'll hold your
Hand tight and go to sleep
Good night
If I could only spend one more day with him. He would wake up and smile at me. He would yell at me for letting him sleep in. We would spend the day together. I would say I love you. And he would say I love you too. Would. I'd need a miracle for that to happen and I've never been very lucky.
It'd be wonderful if I could
Spend morning with you once more
I just wish even such a small
Hope can be made a miracle
But how would I end that day if it did happen. How could I ever say good bye to him. How could I let him go.
As it is, I can't convey anything
So I can't say goodbye
I looked out the window. It was the dead of night and raining. The beep of the heart monitor and the pitter-patter of the raindrops made a saddening melody ring through the room. I would never forget the sound.
Last night, Good night
Last night, Good night
Even if this voice dies
The melody won't fade
The only thing I can hope for is that some day perhaps in the next life or the one after that we will meet again. And that I will always remember his simile.
Last night, Good night
Last night, Good night
When I think that the end
Will arrive someday
That's when I hope that the
Night sky will keep your smile
I wrapped my hand around the plug for his life support. He wouldn't want to be like this, hooked up to machines and tubes that wouldn't save him. As I felt the plug slip out of the wall and tears slip down my cheek I said
"I love you Frank. Good Bye and...
Good night"
