Insomniac, unresting mind.
Lost in loops. No meaning, time.
Craving peace, but finding pain.
Nothing left lost, yet nothing to gain.
Under the magic of the midnight sky,
A child of the moon, under heaven's
watchful eye.
Listen closely and you can hear their dreams.
Prayers yet answerd, wishes yet seen.
For they shine like the dying star,
a million miles away.
Yet seen in moments,
reminder of day.
Close your eyes and wish.
but you shall never dream.
For thee insomniac suffers
through what can never be seen.