Ma Fille Ne Dort Plus
By Mila Clarke
There are tears searing cheeks,
There are howls in the night.
When the nightmares are living
And the warriors won't fight.
So we built up our walls
And we painted our dreams
To create some defences
And to mask outside screams.
Don't run away
From the dreams in your head.
They want to play
And to laugh at your dread.
All our friends are shot down
And all floor fallen through,
Don't shield me from horrors
When it's you they pursue.
There is no point in crying
When there's no one to see
And they know we're not running
`Cause they know we can't flee.
You're all alone
And there's no way I'll find you
All hope is gone
And you find terror is true.
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