• Every time I run away,
    The sound comes back to haunt me,
    The booms and bangs,
    The screams and yells,
    That haunt my dreams at night,

    Every time I close my eyes,
    and wish it all away,
    I can still sense the flashes,
    and hear the gunshots,
    Outside my window,

    But then I catch a whisper,
    on the breeze,
    it's an old mans prayer,
    and I have hope,
    for a new beginning.