peace

I've held a lot of grown men's hands

It's hard to act tough When your life has almost been taken Its hard to act brave When you've been beaten down and shaken Its hard to not cry When life doesn't

Chicago has its own tragic lullaby Sirens become the soundtrack to the city As your hear them speed by Through the day and night Year after year The sound star

A life spent looking over ones shoulder A life moving too fast A life scared of tomorrow Unable to look past the past A life that is frozen in time A life that

Head trauma. Let sweet dreams soothe his mama. Let familiar voices soothe his mind, Giving him peace, grace, and time, Allowing body and soul to recombine.