Each night when I close my eyes and sleep,

I hope to find and one day keep.

What was once mine,

but has been stolen in time.

I still think about back in the day,

when everything went its own way.

Still I think about that one fight,

wondering if Im ever going to survive the night.

Every day I still wonder if theres PEACE,

but I know I wont find it in the streets.

In the back of my mind I see nothing but DARK,

struggling and fighting to not let it reach my HEART.

I think my pain is finally going away,

eventho Im still struggling day by day.

What if there was no peace,

When I asked someone once told me.

Let it not make the war,

but pretty soon you will know what you’re fighting for.

When I asked when willl I have no more pain,

he said when can you make it thru the rain?

This is what happens when I go to sleep,

hoping to find and maybe one day keep.