The Rain Came Pouring...
the rain came pouring,
as i lay snoring,
deep in my dreams,
of shouting and screams,
hear me crying, bridges falling,
cars crashing, peace is just a drawing
people dying, and go flying above,
i feel no love,
all through the night,
as i toss and turn in fright,
dreams can be scary in our favorite places,
thee old, thee new beautiful faces,
terrifying, beautiful, scary, and bright,
is this really all in plain sight,
reality, dream... dream, reality,
my head screaming right, and wrong,
going on for far so long,
are these dreams.
are these reality,
keep in mind,
that at any point, and time,
dreams can become reality,
reality can become a dream...
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