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Nightmare in Reality


I lie awake in my bed All the while the world is sleeping instead They chose sleep, they chose rest I chose tired sad loneliness But the choice was not really mine, It was more like fate I was handed in time All I want is to rest I try, I beg and pray for the best Sleep doesn't come easy to me because my thoughts won't let me be. I lie awake with wishes so easy to grant Guilty. Others wishes are far more important Others wish for loved ones to come home from war They wish that all the starving children not go hungry any more They wish that all would have a home and not be on the streets all alone Suddenly I realize what some would give to be all curled up safe and warm, and in a house to live. I feel guilt, I feel selfish for all of my thoughts My life is easy, I’m not alone, out there on the blocks Without resources I can't change the sadness of this song but oh my friends, this is where I am so very wrong. Speak the truth and share the word to everyone you know and maybe someday I'll live to see this problem go go go.
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