It's almost 2 in the morning
Still awake and heavily yawning
I can't seem to drift into a sleep
I'm thinking of you, I begin to weep
At first a small tear drips down my face
And soon many more follow at pace
My body is weary but not allowing rest
As I try hard to rest, at my very best
I fail for now at getting this needed break
Soon, my body will break and will gladly take
That sleep that won't come upon me at this time
As if sleeping in these emotions, is a forbidden crime