Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Sleepless Night

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

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