Its done, the day! Night has fallen over the earth. Wrapping its darkness of warmth, only by my blanket I feel.
The starshine is the only light that i see; it cast shadows from the past. Reflecting on my memories, as I count the sheep... at last, sleep! No, these thoughts bring vigilance and panic.
Its over, I'm up! Now Lingering like dust, on words I should have not spoken!
Crying and wishing to any God who cares, "take away all the pain from the past." It's drifted into the present, on a river of tears. ...