I always sit on my bed
Putting my hands on head
When I rise in the morning
Thinking about my sleeping
Did I wake up a little while ago?
Or sleep now confusing as before
Then I watch news on TV or net
As remember nightmares I just met
I am sure I sink into a sleep tired
Or the real world can't be so wild
When I find in fear how people fight
Killing together in my dream at night
I make sure that fearful dreams will run
When I wake in the real morning in fine
I won't see violence to women anymore
Bloody world, deaths of children in the war
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