I lie awake staring
eyes wide and glaring
sleep is not it seems my friend
It's four in the morning
a passing night I'm mourning
as the sun does creep around again
I've watched the break of dawn
with the dew up on the lawn
as the birds they do begin to sing
And I've felt upon my face
the mornings' warming grace
as tomorrow, now today comes again
I've tried and I've tried
until I did decide
that sleep has slipped my grasp once more
And though I can't deny
all those times that I did cry
when the suns' beaten path crossed my door
But all of my tears
cannot wash away the fears
that gather with the setting of each days sun
And as night it closes in
my prayers they do begin
that slumber would fill my waking void
as always,
wordsy.
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