At night no one hears the cry of the wolf,
or the screeching of the owl.
Their all tucked away,
cuddled up in their beds.
They block out the night sounds,
and sleep all through the night.
But are they sleeping during the day?
Because they don't hear the screams.
Screams made by the sufferers,
and the blows that hit them.
They block them out and try to forget them,
but who could miss the screeching of a human?
How could no one answer their cry for help?
They just walk around during the day,
like in a daze and ignore the pain in the people.
They go to sleep at night and pretend everything is fine.
They dream sweet dreams,
while the ones screaming still suffer.
They don't know what a sweet dream is,
all they know are the blows their dealt.
They sit in their room,
and wish they could be the ones sleeping.
The ones dreaming sweet dreams,
instead of facing death everyday.
