Daniel B. Silver



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There’s a passion still alive
And it sleeps down in the depths of my heart
Because you’re tearing me apart

There’s Zen in everyday tasks
All you have to do is ask
Just concentrate; it’s in your reach
The world is burning, and I just preach

I had this reoccurring dream last night
Night is day, and you were right
An unrelenting feel of fear
Ineffectual it would appear

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I’m having nightmares again
Every day and every night
Hands are clenched; jaw is tight

My eyes are closed, but I can see
Eyelids just transparencies
Witnessing a violent end
And the smiling face of you my friend