Praying for a deep sleep is a common action,
when I realize I am just a mortal man's son.
"Will I ever be more? "Is this all I have?"
These age old questions shake me to the core.
Still I strive,
and thank him for my life,
and when the sleep won't come but the morning does,
I think of what I have done and smile.
Because my blood and bones mean more than headstones,
and when my final moment comes and my last breath follows suit,
I'll whisper to the sky,
"I love you two."