This is a poem about someone who helped me
I can't thank her enough so I wrote it about her


There's the times
when god goes to sleep
he dreams too
about me and you
i can feel him
looking through my soul
i try to screem
to break the silent
tell him to stop
i can't go on
not like this
my soul is dead
i've got only a wish
one wish
the last one
i'll ever want
no money, no life
no soul for the eyes
please god
please try to understand
please give me this
my last wish
open my eyes
and let me see
open my eyes
and let her be
no voice no sound
please god let it be
please god just
her and me