Could you look me in my eyes and say ya love would last forever- Weather the storms with me, tell me soon it'll all be better- picture my anniversary, many smiles, many tears I could cry- man I want it so much, but you cant hear me, why- and the time I spend in peace is only momentary till its time to fly- Till then I rest in you and God, your hearts my lullaby- and the features that I hold resemble you, and though my eyes- have yet to see you smile I know you feel my soul from deep inside- How did I arrive I don't know, but it feels good to be alive- In heaven hey told me I'd watch over you all in good time- they told me life was hard with plenty pain before I'd die- But the joy in life was worth the pain, I'll carry yours, you'll carry mine- and I'm fortified no one can breach these walls of mine- you are my first and last defense I pray your on my side- Will I feel the feelings told when I was told about this place- Till then I think I'll rest and pray Im in your arms when I awake-
CHORUS X2 Sweet dreams I'll be waiting for you, I know your waiting for me- Don't fear, sleep now, because tomorrow is nigh- Your my child, your pain is mine, and I can feel your sorrow-
And the darkness looms when the womb becomes a tomb- a casket of flesh and blood, who's the first to protect the youth- blood stains on the tiles and the walls and still the lobby's crowded- it's troubling to see how these doctors and nurses are proud about it- just wanna shout about it, who can hear the silent screams- Of abandoned innocence that dates since early history- but you don't ever hear about all the stories of survivors- or the would be moms who cant sleep cause they dreamin of cryin toddlers- that coulda been, or that shoulda been, no, was it murder that mama wrote?- or the doc fulfilling his obligations for the check mama wrote- just ask the priests in the east where the populous growth is an obvious joke- and the infant bodies rest in rivers, no life boat- and the one who speak of life, they call him psycho- and the silly vocab got her thinkin the choice is right so- she signs the dotted line her heart wont beat the same again- no rest for the wicked, no, no rest for the free of sin, no-Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
