For some people Being awake Is like dying That last breath Slowly being taken away from you
I prefer to sleep into freedom I'm only dreaming And most of the times When I wake up I can't recollect my thoughts
But we can sleep in sorrows That drain our energy And make it problematic to recharge Screaming hearts echoing into the night Disturbing dreams and inner peace
Who will bring us back to sleep into freedom? Not the ghosts in our dreams But we our selves
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