Watchers dream

by

Thomas Leatherbarrow

We sat on clouds above
Stared down at all we love

Count sheep then fell asleep
But in our dreams we weep

Life just aint what it seems
This is a watchers dream

Were fickle faint and cold
Ignore all were told

Above they point and scream
This is a watchers dream

Lets show them just how they’ve been to all of us
Let make sure they know just what they’ve done to us

As we fall apart at the seems
This is there watchers dream

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