With dreams so strong and nights so long,
an undying passion for me to belong.

Knowing the truth and feeling the pain,
starts to make me wonder if I’m really sain.

Laying here with thoughts running through miles,
puts my life together like kitchen tile’s.

The pains so deep no memories to keep,
still laying here just waiting to sleep.

Not sleep for one night, not sleep for one day,
the kind of sleep where I go away.

holding on for one last breath,
laying in my bed and waiting for death.

If It should knock soon would it take alot to go,
wishing for me that it happen with one blow.

Not knowing the future its like a dream,
waiting for the light one single white beam.

Then the bell rings and its time to wake,
just wishing for once it didn’t ache.

As the day goes by no more the pain,
just memories of sadness and fear to gain.