Look into my eyes , tell me what you see, do you see the many things that are happening to me? the demons i see are almost always there, but when i close my eyes thier sightings become so rare, in my dreams theres a dead soldier, a man whos my protection,but as time makes me older, i see its time for his resurrection, my dreams turn into nightmares, i become so liberal,i lay in bed not wanting to sleep, my nights become so miserable,like poison on a tip of a dagger im stabbed in the back by my prayers, reaching out to god, but thinking he doesn't care,i need his blessings, i need his light, to open the door and give me sight, to see the girl i used to be, happy graceful, cheery, whats become of me?
