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It was a Friday night, and I took a long walk around
Just to ease my mind which stress seems to surround
It felt so great, the warm breeze hit my face
As I glanced at the constellations shining from the east
So I step forward, and continue to reminisce
Moving silently, to what Atmosphere acknowledges
And the moon moves an sadly grins from the view
As a young kid walks off the emotions he once knew
A cow moo's, I see it standing in the dark
Another sleepless soul, looks like were in the same park
I glance up, just in time to see a comet
Close my eyes and make a wish, maybe I can stop it
And pocket it, cause the luck it holds I need
I'm tired of being out of money for this toll of dreams
I look away, towards the long road ahead of me
Push the memories from my view, and walk into another scene

Now a new scene, I see this young girl of fifteen
Staring in the mirror as a tear reflects from a dream
All she wanted was to be a witness of compassion
Yet instead she became a witness of verbalized aggression
Now she stepped forward, and crossed the lines into depression
Eye's pierced with the tears of absolute neglection
Mentally altered, this girl took thee abuse
Later to encrypt her wrists with a knife she shouldn't use
Another fight, so she turns to a heaven's view
Cries and she prays to a God she never really knew
Never understanding why life takes it's sways
While she sees a loving family when here life turns to gray
So she sneaks out, to walk off all her memories
Walks down a boulevard, yet it's like a country street
Kicks a stone in the light shining from the moon
As I watch in the distance as she walks outta view

Now a Veteran, straight outta World War Two
Stares out the window, with his eyes so blue
Remebering the times as a strong young chap
Now he sit's in his wheelchair, he's now handicap
Cause he can not forget all the blood that was shed
Young growing boys live's end before it begins
Haunted by the image, it now pillages his brain
Can barley even speak, without hearing bullets ring
He dreams of, taking back what he'd seen
A young Jewish boy left slaughtered by his feet
Wondering, what kind of human can achieve
Such a gruesome status, and still be an elite
It penetrates his head, even decades after war
But still he dreams nightmares of both blood and gore
He closes his eyes, and he prays for an escape
From this terror that has haunted him through the life he's made
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