Lyrics by Ray Weston

Picture this if you will
Standing on an open shore
White lights dancing, sudden image of a queen
See her floating ever still
Gently, softly she beckons you to come

And Crystal was the name I called her
Gentle as the falling snow
She appeared to me again this morning
Why I'll never know

Only a fool turns away from an angel
Vision in white steps through the door
Holds out her hand I say no I'm not ready
I open my eyes and let the dream fade away

Across the velvet sky I heard my angel cry
Her tear a falling star burning out its way into tomorrow