Once
a dream
Was just a dream
But one day that dream came true
Sure
and silent
It came creeping in the room
And into my head
It was peaceful and calm
Than all went bad
People
screamed
Children ran
Then
I wake, not knowing what it was
I go outside, and see the peace
I hear a scream, and hear guns
I see people running and screaming
Kicking and yelling
I
run back home, frightened of death
I think to myself, "Dreams may be good or bad
Some come true
But it's mostly the bad that come to life."
