Survivor

Little one, hold me close in your dreams as I hold you, you’re home now you’re alive the evil is gone the terror is through. Your friends died and for your life you bathed in their blood, you fooled the bad man, now you live, ready to bud. But you’ll carry this with you, this hair shirt you’ll wear, so many died, you feel guilty, you can go now, but where? Be at rest, but neither forgive nor forget, remember the dead, their laughs, their smiles, the years they lost, but they take joy in your years ahead. (I hate to beat a dead horse about this, but it got to me. We’ll move on soon.)