As I watch the world
Crumble and fall within
My dreams the closeness
To reality is more comfortable
Than at first seems for the darkness
Of night has fallen and no longer am I
Afraid of the coming Dawn for it is too
Late mistakes have been made not for
My sake where ransoms paid to the
Unknown not for my sake where
Babies unborn nor the shedding
Of tears by those parents
With ears filled with
The sound of their
Children dying