Dreams
Every time I go to sleep everything gone comes back.
I wake up feeling weak.
Trying so hard to find my way back.
I get to see whose lives were taken.
The whole thing seems so real.
All my awaken feelings could fill a book.
I wish God would make a deal.
I had so much to say to them.
Before they all disappeared.
I do it in my sleep and I feel relieved.
Then being like what the hell?
You’re not even here.
I wish I could dream about things before it all goes on.
I’ve done it a few times before.
My dreams won’t leave me alone.
When I sleep it’s like I’m visiting heaven.
Everything is still undone.
My heart has a really deep connection.
Until I wake up feeling numb.
I know it’s part of life dreaming of things that cannot happen.
Believe in the future and the power of faith
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