count the hours, before dawns early light
A bloody battle, for sleep I must fight.
I while away minutes, distracted by sound,
A chime of the clock, a pin hits the ground.
My eyes burn like embers, inside my head,
It yearns for me, my soft quilted bed.
My body no longer feels like my own,
The night is eternity, because I'm alone.
I listen for traffic, in the street below,
At night the world closes, nowhere to go.
I could go for a walk, down to the park,
Just one small problem, my fear of the dark.
Did I betray him?, the blessed Sand Man,
Not that I remember, is this his plan?
To leave me hurting, waiting for sleep,
My energy leaves me, I'll soon weep.
Mr Sandman, bring me my slumber,
I cant count sheep, all out of numbers,
Sandman I implore you, heed my call,
Upon my pillow, let my weary head fall.