Bad Dreams Rising
Dreams come up in the middle of the night
They sometimes create an awful fright
I’m always searching for something left behind
Something I seem never to find
I’m in a situation that could never be
Something in which I could never be free
How I got there I’m never sure
But it’s always something I cannot cure
Things go wrong and I know not why
But I cannot escape no matter how I try
Sometimes I’m fighting for my life
In dreams that are filled with strife
Bed covers envelop me and keep me at bay
I’m never escaping until the light of day
Pleasant dreams from childhood have gone away
Yet how I long for them day after day
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