and on tides we cant be untouched by of troubles stay when lids lay over eyes frames and faces ive mistaken for kids whose lives i may have taken and if so do i haunt their parents dreams and in so am i summarized by sounds of young lung screams their young one s screams and of war bonds and blood stained hands combat neurosis shys from indica strands and it breaks my mothers heart to know i came back broken with the thought of my arms spilt open and if so would i bring their parents peace and if so could i give back the sounds of their childrens screams let go of what ive seen and if so do i haunt their parents dreams and in so am i summarized by sounds of young lung screams their young one s screams