White walls
Cold light
Beeping sounds
People gathering around
beautiful tune somewhere
Frantic voices [bad word] softer
Drowned by the swirling melody
Filling my head
Sight [bad word] blurred
tunnel of light attracting me
I pass through
feeling of freedom flows to me

I see a lovely being smiling gently
 [bad word] back my dear
voice like chimes
I've been waiting for you
Are you willing?
I don't know
I still have so much to do
I'd like to stay and rest
But my children are so young
They need me as their guiding hand
It's your choise it answers
It's your choise

By now I've recognized the being
And look forward to see it again
With new energy and will not to forget
I make my way back
flash of light
Beeping [bad word] back to me
I focuse my view
On reliefed looking faces
I smile in remembrance