The clouds hover overhead
The thunder claps and roars
I lay here in my bed, awake
While Mother lightly snores
I do not know the meaning of
This little life I lead
It seems so insignificant
Just like a tiny seed
The nightmares stay and plague my mind
Their images still linger
It's strange how one can stop you straight
Without lifting a finger
And as I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God my soul to keep
But if I die before I wake
There will be no more soul to take
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
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