Maybe tonight I will sleep

But sleeping is a part of dreaming 

But I cannot dream, for peace comes with a price

But why is it you, always you

Who comes to my dreams?

And takes me away from my, friends my family 

And to my death?

With comes an overwhelming urge

Deep inside, to be free from this bondage

And become one with the stars, the universe it's self

But such dreams are only that

Bust as I wake up tomorrow

Things will be as they should be

No demons, no ghosts 

The sounds of family, friends 

Excitement, perhaps myself 

Every light on the tree, a gift of freedom

But when the invaders come again

Will they even remember our names?

But now as I lay in bed, as I thing about all this

I look up at the stars out of my window

And hope, that tomorrow, Christmas

Will be a better day.