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One dark summer night,
way back in the year 1983,
looking at the sky as best friends,
here I chill with Tom beside me.
In the morning my life will change,
my daughter will come to stay,
I've been granted full custody,
my life will start a whole new day.
Now in view is a shooting star,
unique in size and it's very bright,
how lucky are we to see this,
on this very dark and quiet night.
Suddenly it breaks apart in two,
never guessing this was our sign,
each half going in it's own direction,
Tom watched his and I watched mine.
Fast-forward time about 3 or 4 years,
we live far apart, don't speak everyday,
I work a lot and care for my daughter,
touch is lost, yet still a lot to say.
One night I fall asleep in my bedroom,
I begin to dream of Tom, so vividly,
so happy to be driving with him in his car,
rockin' out to the music of AC/DC.
My best friend slips from wake to sleep,
helpless as his passenger I can only sit there,
Tom eventually falls completely asleep as he drives,
an unfortunate event I was chosen to share.
The road ahead shows an altered path of safety,
I can't change our course as we're about to crash,
a large oak is the end of our true and certain path,
I have no time to think as it all happens in a flash.
Suddenly upright in bed, extremely unnerved,
realizing it's a dream, but I'm not reassured,
can't believe it was only a dream and not reality,
so clear was what I saw as were the sounds I heard.
A few days pass and then I'm given the news,
I need to contact Tom's family immediately,
and when I call up to his sister the worst is said,
my dream the few nights before showed a true reality.
Here I sit alone next to your headstone,
amazed at the fact about AC/DC that played,
Hells Bells playing on the tape in the car,
and was the same song that my dream portrayed.
Now I marvel at the memories of the night in 1983,
the purpose in that star we saw a message was hid,
who knew your death was foretold in that moment,
when your part of the star burned out before mine did.
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