In the midst
Of something hopeless
Uncertain and unsafe
I don't even know
If I'll breathe tomorrow
But I'll hold unto that slightest hope
And ponder over a futile dream

I am dreaming
Of a peaceful 12 AM
Where I could gaze at stars
And cry happily
Where my monsters won't bother
And behave quietly
A sound mind,
And a sound heart

I am dreaming
Of a home, not a house
Without noisy quarrels...