The night's wind was clashing on the window
I could hear the steady raindrops
Falling, pattering on the roof
The old tin roof
It was rather hard for me to fall asleep in that moment.
I did anyway, but when I did
Dreamt of gunfire
Of a war
It was a scary dream but I layed engulfed in it.
As long as I could
It was hard for me,
But I did.
Eventually I was awoken by the sound of a truck horn.
A truck horn that must have came from outside of the window.
I was aware of what the gunfire in my dreams were,
The pitter patter of the rain,
On the old tin roof...
I drifted back into sleep and spoke to myself,
"It'll be easier this time."