My life is like a dream that will not wake,
Night terrors, screaming out, it's all corrupt.
But I'm awake in this dream, I see a light beyond,
Looking for the strength to reach it before it is gone.
Memories falshing before me, my life is on the screen.
Wanting to wake from this nightmare,
Wishing my life was just a bad dream.
This dream that i am living, wish I could say it isn't real.
Still feeling the sting of his hand,
The burning pain I can still feel.
Searching to find someone who cares,
For gentle arms to embrace, all I feel is the cold night air.
Stinging tears that roll down my face.
Many times how those hand have hurt.
I cry alone, thinking nobody cares,
This dream that I am living, caught in their evil snares.
But through this i try and hold on,
To the light i see that is beyond.
I won't give in, they can not keep me,
For someday, this nightmare will be gone.
Theresa McLaughlin
Copyright �2002 Theresa McLaughlin
