In my dreams there’re hundred guns
In the hands of young children
They rule the world, they terrorize
With false glory in their eyes
Though little kids, they’re really strong
With their own set of right and wrong
Driven by an evil squad
No fear of death or even God
They think they’re moral and they’re right
Oh the dreams I have at night
I also have them through the day
Nothing more than the new world’s way
Month: July 2018
Wild Wolves
Dark streets, tiny feet
Pretty darling, come home
Don’t lose your way
Just come home
Keep faith, walk straight
Let the lights guide you
Where you belong
Just come home
Don’t fall down, just calm down
The angels watch you right now
They’ll pray for you
I’ll do too
Lose your fears, don’t shed tears
I’ve taught you to be brave
Give a smile
Just come home
Wild wolves chase you
Too young to know that
Don’t lose your way
Just come home
My Blue-Eyed Son
Where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
The angels are a-calling
Tell them darling, you’re still not done
The rains are now a-falling
Your home not lays on this barren land
So little here to keep
You from flying. I fail to withstand
Your mother left to weep
God must love you a lot I suppose
Earth’s not for everyone
For the last time, I’ll hold you close
Hold you, my blue-eyed son
Frank Solanki 