I ONCE DREAMED BEAUTIFUL DREAMS,
UNTIL MY DREAMS TURNED INTO NIGHTMARES & BECAME MY REALITY
THAT TURNED INTO COLD STARES,
YET I RISE WITH BROKEN DREAMS BUT ABLE TO FLY,
DON’T CRY LOVE EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT,
I WAS A LIL WEARY WHEN I FIRST LOOKED INTO DEVILS EYES
IT WAS MY OWN PAIN THAT KELPT ME ALIVE,
EVEN THOUGH I HAD TO FOOT IT TO STRIVE,
I REALIZED EVERY MAN WAS BORN TO RISE OR DIE IF HE DIDN’T TRY,
I WOKE UP FROM MY NIGHTMARE WITH COLD SWEATS AND SCREAMS,
MISSING EVERYONE I LOVE ,
KNOWING I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO HUG MY MOTHER EARNESTINE,
YET I AM POSTED LIKE A STAMP SO I EMBRACE MY PAIN,
SHE WAS MY UMBRELLA WHEN I WAS CAUGHT IN THE RAIN,
SO MANY LONELY NIGHTS TRAPPED IN MY OWN MIND,
SEARCHING FOR LOVE BUT LOVE WAS HARD TO FIND,
I KNOW I CAN’T GIVE IN SO I ASKED THE LORD TO SAVE ME FROM MY PLIGHTS BECAUSE I TRIED TO GIVE MY BEST BUT THI GS STILL AIN’T RIGHT,
TRYING TO RIGHT MY WRONGS,
SO I TURNED ALL MY PAIN INTO POEMS,
I PRAY TO THE LORD MY SOUL HE TAKE,
AS I LAY AWAKE TRYING TO GET BACK TO U,
BUT I CAN’T ESCAPE,
SO I ASK YOUR SELF CAN U RELATE,
BECAUSE MY DREAMS TURNED INTO NIGHTMARE THAT TURNED INTO HATE..
peace the true and living

ANTHONY WATERS
DOC #720-786