Sometimes when it's dark and I can't sleep,
I would lay awake in bed, counting to a hundred sheep.
I would toss and turn, I would know it's late,
but thoughts, wishes, wants and dreams would swirl through my head.
Many times I'd think about you and wonder why you're still absent,
I'd hope in my heart that soon, you'd come into my life, my very own gift from heaven.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC
Sometimes when it's dark and I can't sleep,
I would lay awake in bed, counting to a hundred sheep.
I would toss and turn, I would know it's late,
but thoughts, wishes, wants and dreams would swirl through my head.
Many times I'd think about you and wonder why you're still absent,
I'd hope in my heart that soon, you'd come into my life, my very own gift from heaven.