Sometimes I lay upon my bed
And feel the presence dark and close
Something sinister, not from here
It\'s purpose to impose fear
But there I lay, no words been said
Yet I remember days longs past
Full of rough reminiscences
Harboring shame without remorse
Yet still I lay with swirling head
Dwelling, inwardly, all on me
Being the center of the world
Forgetting my nothing nature
Why do I lay refusing to be led
By Him who walked this earth before
And beat the Devil at his game?
Freedom is only a heartbeat away
Next time I lay upon my bed
And visitors unwanted come
The Holy Name I\'ll then invoke
And trustingly fall asleep