He never knew how to think without thinking.
When the night is black, when the night is cold, when the night is silent.
He never knew how to get rid of his chest pain.
When his tears are thick, when his tongue is short, when his body is shaking.
He never knew how to brighten up a gloomy night.
When he lies, when he's asleep, when he's unconscious.
He never knew how to escape the nightmare.
He's trembling, he's terrified, he wants to cry.
He never knew how to be free.
He's being chained, he's being chased, no one cares.
He wants peace, he wants joy, he wants freedom.
He is sleeping with a gown on.
©madigan
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