The Hand "nighmares My Son Steven Has"
Dreams i have had
Since i was very young
Wake me up
Make me run
Up in the corner above my bed
The hand of who ever goes for my head
I shout aloud and waken the house
Where all around its as quiet as a mouse
My parents and siblings awaken too
They panic wondering what to do
I easily get back to sleep
As all the rest are still on their feet
Next day i am told, it happened again
Is it a dream or am i going insane
What it is i don't understand
Is it reality or is it really a hand
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