Come play with me under the pretty oak sapling

O’er on that hill, where the wind kisses the grass

We’ll run high into the sky and sleep on the stars,

Wearing lovely dresses and battling fiery dragons

Our people will chant, “Long live!”

Come play with me here near the fire

The windows are decorated with white flowers of ice

My muscles are weak but we still have our strength

Sleeping on the stars, we’ll

Sing lullabies to them, and listen to theirs.

Come visit me in Room 318

They wheeled me down a long hallway and tucked me in bed.

Hold my hand, spread your warmth to my heart.

There is no feeling; there is just faith

As I go to sleep on the stars

Tonight.

You’ll come play with me, right?

Under the old oak tree, o’er on that hill

Where the wind will blow over

My name etched in stone.