I want to dream again,
I don't want to sleep in emptiness anymore,
Im missing my dreams,
They brightened the sad nights,
And lessened reality's cruel grip,
On my life.
Even nightmares are better,
than nothingness.
But every night,
I fall asleep,
And see nothing,
Im not granted any dreams,
Or nightmares,
Like I usually am,
Just nothing.
Oh God I want to dream again,
I want to see places,
That only exist in my imagination.
I just want to live again,
Because I haven't lived,
in awhile.

I used to wish upon a star,
for silly little things,
it didn't matter that it was so far,
I was sure the star heard my dreams.

My wishes included material things,
like nice clothes and fun toys,
but I hope this wish will finally bring,
something I can truly enjoy.

I learned too soon that wishes don't,
always come true,
I finally realized that I won't,
see anything become new.

I used to wish upon a star,
thinking my wishes through,
but wishes were just too far,
from ever becoming true.

A soldier,
crawling through the mud,
dodging bullets,
saving lives,
and taking many,
before he dies.

He is wounded,
and he lays there,
giving up the fight,
he knows he can't go on,
he knows he'll never make it back home,
so he waits for death to come.

Then he realizes,
with a sudden jolt,
he has everything to lose,
but he can face death head on,
and not back out,
the soldier rose from the ground.

He charged forwards,
bullets ripping through him,
but he won't stop moving,
till his battle is won,
and once he does that,
he can return home.

A soldier,
facing death everyday,
knows that he might not return home,
everyday is a risk,
but it's a risk worth taking,
when you're fighting for what you believe in.

Dear God,

All I ask is for one thing,
and I never ask for very much,
but,
you must know the fate,
of my one nephew.
His name is Braylan,
you must know him,
that little bundle of joy,
or my little Bug-a-boo,
that's his favorite nick-name,
that I gave him.
I even came up,
with a little song,
it's so simple,
you must have heard me sing it before.
I've added to it,
but I never got the chance to sing it to him,
it goes like this.

Bug-a-boo,
where are you?
My sleepy, little Bug-a-boo.
Rest your head
on your little bed,
my little baby,
Bug-a-boo.

I would very much like,
to sing it to him,
if I am ever given the opportunity,
before he,
dies.
Those spots on his body,
it's a neurological problem,
hard to believe I know.
And,
it's cancerous.
It can be treated i'm told,
if it's benign,
and never allowed to become malignant,
but it might be too late.
So please God,
please help my nephew,
my Bug-a-boo.
Please let him live,
or, if that isn't possible,
let him go peacefully,
and let his last moments be happy,
not tortured,
or filled with fear,
like when he is with his mother.
Please God,
this is all I ask of you,
and if you can save him,
thank you,
but if you can't,
give me the power to strive forward,
as a grow older,
and let me discover a cure,
let me solve the mystery,
let us all know,
so no child will ever go through this,
again.
One,
is one too many,
to befall this fate.
And I am sure,
there are more.
God,
if you're listening,
please help
my little Bug-a-boo.
Please,
help him now,
because I fear,
if you can't,
then it just might be,
too late.