War
There's war in my dreams
But I am lucky
I wake up in my bed, safe
In my home, safe
In my town, safe
In my country, safe
From grabbing hands
Of hungry despots
For now
I am lucky
For now

Dark Clouds
On the good days it's quiet
The voice that speaks of death
It's a whisper in the background
A pale shadow on the path
Easy to ignore

On the bad days it's deafening
It screams of peace and calm
Of jagged red lines on pale skin
Of pain that brings salvation
From endless nightmares

Always a fight
Hope and despair
Joy and darkness
Love and heartache
The good days are rare

One step and then one more
The soft voice of another
Laughter lighting the way
Hope in a kind smile
Words worth living for