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In my dreams I am danger
In my dreams I rage
My rage is dark and echoing
In my dreams I am loved, remembered, fought for.
Even now
Is this your way to make a mockery of me?
or To acknowledge the child I have become.
In my dreams I am danger
In my dreams I rage
My rage is dark and echoing
In my dreams I am loved, remembered, fought for.
Even now
Is this your way to make a mockery of me?
or To acknowledge the child I have become.