Goodbye my nightmare


The echoes in the distance, fall from your dreams,
Though the sky is bright, the clouds are grey,
There are thousands of dead ends, curving your way.


The spark in your eyes, are the drops of dead past,
The grass is wet, but the ground is so dry,
There are hundreds of secrets, thousands of lies.


The cross of our Jesus, is standing so tall,
The sound of the nature, is calling through mist,
But all of your nightmares are worse than you wished.


The pound of your heartbeat, is so close to death,
The skin of your body, is crawling with tears,
But even these words, can’t erase your tears.



Boneata Bell

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