Oh, how I **** the minutes before sleeping
These soul-destroying soldiers marching on
Their rhythmic steps - the seconds - leave me weeping
Hopeless for dreams within the echelon

The consequence - their pride, their triumph
Brings me to thoughts abandoned through the day
I close my eyes and try to stop the crying
But memories - their weapons - keep me (a)wake

"My dear, I'm begging you, forgive me
For I am tired of the bitter truth
Please let me rest, defend me from the thinking
Please take the love I've ever given you"

And when the dawn at last has started breaking
The troops have finally retreated then
This newborn day - I know - won't leave me aching
Today
I whisper carefully - "Amen"