"Sleep no more."
The girl hangs her head in shame.

"Sleep no more."
Says the rich man in vain.

"Sleep no more."
Cries the mother in pain.

"Sleep no more."
A teenager lies alone.

"Sleep no more."
Whispers the wind all alone.

"Sleep no more."
We say as our true selves are shown.

It does not matter who or what you are.
If you are a rich man or a lonely weeper
We are all equal in the eyes of the Reaper.