There are dark emotions fluttering in my soul
that no amount of light can ever cover.
A clutchful of fears claiming night deeper
than the stars of heaven ever can;
There are feelings entering my wake zone
ushering me towards a solid stroke of four.
Pilfering the hours of sleep I beg for,
I wait, ... by heaven's secret door.
There are nights such as these, where
sleep is a stranger that I cannot find.
A clutchful of fear, morning draws near
I am letting go of all that is most dear..