Close your eyes
on that cold dark night
Where your heart, cold as ice
Will know he's not always right

Rest your head
on that warm pillow
And imagine her face turn red
And yours sadder than a willow

Go to your slumber
And try to believe
That when you dream of her
You; wont be as somber

But for now just sleep unfurled
And think of her beam
For there is no better world
Than what is called: dream