Inside out and upside down,
Tossing, turning, flipping 'round,
Forehead creased in a solemn frown
Right, center, left and back to ground
Your thoughts seem to drown,
in the scary place of dreams,
all decked out in greys and brown,
everything is seldom as it seems.
Haunted souls wail a weary tune,
Echoing off the cavern walls,
But here at last comes the sweet boon,
A beautiful croon to lay your mind to rest.
Rainbows and unicorns, cotton candy clouds,
Mountains of cookies and ice cream and cake,
Sunshine and happiness the world enshrouds,
If only if only this innocence would last.
But the day becomes reality and the alarm beeps,
The little girl awakens with a heavy heart,
Travesty and desolation are common in the deeps
of her mind, her soul, her weariness masked.
But lights will come on and love will come soon,
The battle will end and the storm will pass,
She just has to hold on and look at the moon,
Make wishes to the man of the moon and believe.