How can someone ever go to sleep
With feelings that run true & deep
Feelings that I still hold & keep
Feelings that will make weep.
Harvesting the somberness
From the empty fields of sorrow
Gathering nothing from
What has been reaped
Finding comfort on top of a brick of hay
As I lay here trying hard to sleep
The creaking of a wooden paneled door
Keeps me away from what I seek
The creaking creeping in my ears
Like crickets that sing each other to sleep
I cannot sleep with these feelings I keep
A perfect dream forever mines to keep
I fall asleep