dream for someone else

so long since closed my eyes saw beauty
just sights of pain and  useless duty
i built a shelf
to high to reach myself
to put my dreams on
now the're gone
of pain and death
and fighting for breath
sorrowful and stained and rife with strife
my world at night, it mirrors my life
i'm tired of tired eyes and of a tired mind
and im tired of this tired grind
i'd like to wake and then to find
that im asleep inside the mind
of someone who's content and kind
i can see the sea and the sand and shells and a sign
that tells me to rest.