Only the night-time to escape from my nightmares
restful sleep in a wilderness of dreams
each day just more torture with memories re-winded
of all that this life could have been.
I could have been nurtured with loving contentment
I could have been taught of my past… with pride
I could have been shown a better way of living
instead of excuses to lie.
Every day I grew was another day to be fearful
each lonely reflection… reflected my fear
there was nothing and no one there to console me
then days turned to months… turned to years.
Now only my dreams offer some kind of refuge
a break from the heartache that wrecks me each day…
and for each lonely footstep that takes me still deeper
I'll pray for forgiveness… its easier that way!
