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I saw you in our school, my dear,
No one aware of what was near,
Days were days, not precious time,
Everything was still alright.

I saw you in your house, my dear,
It was just the flu, I hear,
Not even the doctor was aware,
That you were not alright.

I saw you in the hospital, my dear,
So pale, and frail, it brought me tears,
Your hair was gone but not the pain,
And I knew nothing was alright.

I saw you in my prayers, my dear,
I prayed and prayed and hoped He'd hear,
Yet I still watched you slowly fall apart.
And I knew you wouldn't be alright.

I saw you in death's door, my dear,
You whispered "I love you" in my ear.
I broke down as I watched you slip away,
And I didn't think I'd ever be alright.

I saw you in the casket, my dear,
I cried and couldn't stop my tears,
I watched them place you in the ground.
I knew I'd never be alright.

I saw you in my thoughts, my dear,
It killed me knowing you weren't here.
My heart cried out in misery,
And I swore I'd never be alright.

But then I saw you in my dreams, my dear,
You held me tight and wiped my tears,
You kissed me softly on the cheek.
You said I'd be alright.
Now I know I'll be alright.