A dreamers dream did die today, My sun blackend and sliped away, I watched it depart from my soul, Now I sit and feel the pain grow. Never will I hear her sweet cry, Or that child's soft innocent sigh, My dreams washed up with the tide, There's no place I can run and hide. Mr. Sandman commits his obscure sin, Just to remind me of the pain I'm in, Nightmares engulf my mind with fatality Deep within I cannot escape this reality. Tears of crimson blood streak my face, Running downward in a hurried pace, Oh Precious child ripped from womb, I will come home to see you soon. Empty bottles upon the shelve, Now swimming within myself, Carry me home safe from harm' Let me hold her in my arms. copyright ©1997
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