I keep on having these nightmares,
About being all alone.
A single soul without a home,
A place to call my own.
In my nights I see the sun,
Falling like a leaf.
Black and burned out from the pain,
I've left no wisdom nor belief.
And in the days the moon still rises,
A reminder to my soul,
Of the ones that I've forgotten,
To respect and to uphold.
I keep on having these nightmares,
Of blood pouring from a fountain.
A sip of poison on my lips,
And I'm awake to see it's real.