In My Head I Hear Screaming
Sometimes I Cannot Tell If I'm Dreaming
The Cries Of Young Children Fills My Head
Crying To Me What Was Left Unsaid
Some Tell Me Of Things I Wish Not To Know
Others Tell Me Of How They Finally Let Go
They Tell Me Their Fears And Dreams That Are Gone
Their Tales Continue On And On
The Sounds Of Their Voices, Some Happy Some Scared
They Tell Me They Feared Nobody Had Cared
I Whisper To Them They Should Not Fear
There Were Many Who Held Them Dear
They Come To Me So Somebody Will Know
Help Them Move On And Help Them Let Go
