Voices in the wind <br />faces in the night <br />nightmares of a child <br />living in my head <br /> <br />They fade and they fade <br />until I sleep at night <br />then they come back and find me <br />and infect my mind <br /> <br />But all I do is smile <br />because I know <br />those memories are dead <br /> <br />They can come back and haunt me <br />if they feel the need <br />I don't really give a damn <br />Because I'm alive <br />and living my life<br /><br />Dave Alan Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-a-child-2/
