I've got a headache
because all the noise drowns out
the patter of little feet
and her twinkling laugh.
And the sounds of war -
of low-flying planes,
and sad-screaming
are a deafening roar.
I cover my ears
and I wanna go back
because I can't hear the music
anymore.
I have a headache
because all the bright lights
shine through the flurrying
swirling snow
that covers the summer
and childhood's ways.
And I close my eyes
to dream a minute.
I cannot hear,
I cannot see,
but I feel her grab a hold of me.
And slowly we push against the storm
slowly we walk forward
one day we'll get out
one day I'll look up
to see her sitting on a mountain-top
wishing on shooting stars,
prison bars,
and battle scars.
