Like a baby crying in a storm Not in fear but because it wants To hear but it is falling asleep It is a losing battle but we must Try our best before we rest. Love Is almost alone I cry To remember The best that will be no more I must Relinquish Tomorrow to sleep. I am Not afraid to sleep. Que sera sera To travel with angel wings though my Love is gone and there are no yesterdays What has been will be again in the end