The Good Is Gone
Dreams turn to nightmares
Wishes turn to curses
Love were could it be in this time of crisis
In this new world
Where children can't find there way out of the darkness
And mothers and fathers only drag them further down
Where the stars they made wishes on die away
And the sweet dreams are intruded by monsters and demons
Where love is nonexistent
And hate fills there pure souls
Burning them turning them to ashes
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