Wide Awake

In spite of what, life seems to be, 
It's really not, all that free, 

It's paid with pain, and so much woe, 
that pours like rain, and drifts like snow,

tons of fear, flow down the street, 
and so many tears, they seem knee deep, 

It's bought with the blood, of someones son, 
it takes a flood, can you send someone.


while I confess, my lifes been kind,
these pictures press, into my mind,
You can't scream, inside a dream,
you can only squirm and shake, 
but its not the dream, where I want to scream, 
it's, when I'm wide awake.

              10:40 AM 11/7/2003
                     s[[im