Dim lights that fail to shimmer radiance
A bed of warmth for comfort-seeking
Blankets that are shelters of the night
Breeze through the windows of a cold January morning.
I cannot sleep, my thoughts are fleeing
My mind has flown to somewhere else
My heart is cold, my soul is dense
Bring me back to where I was before
For I am lured to sleep with tremendous horror.
I may not wake up again
But it is rest assured
They will pay tribute
Give their last salutes
To the girl I was and could have been
The girl whose thoughts were always fleeing.