Where are you my gentle child?
Where are you my lost one?
memories of another life-
say, "seek you 'fore this one's done."
And yet in dreams I've found you
where my heart has felt complete-
but every day I wake to nothing
oh! the empty mornings I greet...
Who is this thought that comes with silence
in between my wake and sleep-
this agony burning with so much violence
knocks me out, into dreams I retreat.
one day I'll wake and know truth
of what might have came of an early ended youth
these dreams and pictures of a child lost
my re-occurring nightmare, my holocaust.
And every night I hear your screams
in a former life I've seen in my dreams.
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