There's dreams some nights
They come and go
These dreams where I lay dying
My thoughts, they scream, with white hot sounds
'Why death?' They ask
'Why dying?'
The truth, I say, a sad one so
The truth, and I'm not lying,
I like these dreams, the scary ones,
The ones in which I'm dying.
There came one night
A different dream
Where I did not lay dying
Instead it was the ones I love
Sad, angry, crying
But their sweet touch- that was not dead
It's what's inside that passed.
Dreams and visions shattered
Like the precious broken glass.
They turned around to let me see
What they all cried about
The sad, broken, little story
That no one knew about.
I lay there, small and pale
Like a little newborn pup
There was no wailing, no new life
Taken with a cut.
They cried and sobbed
'Why is it so?
However could this be?
Beautiful life, oh daughter, friend,
Please, come back to me!'
I shook them, kicked and hit
'Hey, why can't you see?
Please turn around and listen!
It's me, it's me, it's me.'
They didn't look,
No words, more tears
'You need to see,
You need to hear.'
With that I woke
That horrid dream
Such death brought no delight
But what had really changed my mood?
Oh, what had shown the light?
I finally saw my family
That night inside the dream
Broken, sad, and crying
And they never got to see.
I realized dreams of dark and death
Is not something to take light
But whatever I have felt before
Hurts much less than that night.

'Sweet dreams!' they said
'Yes, you can sleep,
Darling, rest your little head.
The world's a scary, scary place
That's sometimes filled with dread.'
Sweet dreams I dreamt
With pretty homes
And people seem so happy
The smiles bright
And no more tears
Had it really looked so sadly?
But when I woke
I woke to find
The people all too shabby
Such little smiles, all the tears
It never looked so sadly.
'Sweet dreams!' they sang
'Oh, you'll be fine,
The sounds will ring out loud
And in those dreams that you can hear
The voices will be proud.'
Sweet dreams I dreamt
Of voices clear
And angels singing high
They sat above the treetops
On white clouds in the sky.
But when I woke
I woke to find
The voices all too scary
The singing gone, the chorus lost
And sounds no longer merry.
'Sweet dreams!' They showed
'No need to fear!
The pictures, how they move!
Look at all the gorgeous light,
It's coming from the moon.'
Sweet dreams I dreamt
Of shining clouds
And stars above my head
The angels sleep, they doze and gaze
And sleep on angel beds.
But when I woke
I woke to find
The moon no longer there
All the angels couldn't sleep
And people didn't care.
Sweet dreams I dreamt
I heard and saw
The people all so clear
Turns out some dreams are really not
What they should be here.