by Jose Trujillo

Created on: May 11, 2008

In my dreams I see all the death that is before
I've seen it all
The aftermath of the war
A mother shot only because
That white powder wasn't what she thought it was
A sister in the hallway
Laying still
The blood will not stop flowing
Or maybe it will
Yes in my dreams many have died
Way too many times I've woken up and cried
I can stop now
Or I can go forward
To fill your ears
With all the screams I've heard
Friends Family and even the Pet
causing my pillow to be drenched with sweat
I guess it all comes to give and take
Or maybe it's just the reason that I'm still awake.

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