Jan 2012
To bed I travel,
my thoughts unravel.
So weary am I,
as I close my eye.
I pray it comes soon
that sweetness of sleep.
For if not, I'll weep
and become a loon.
my thoughts unravel.
So weary am I,
as I close my eye.
I pray it comes soon
that sweetness of sleep.
For if not, I'll weep
and become a loon.
