Eyes weary, drooping
Under blankets and quilts with the radio playing
and the heater humming
giving out blasts of hot air...
no sleep yet to come
one hour
two hour
three hour passes
no sleep yet to come
why can others with far more worries sleep better than I
my mind offers me no rest
and should've dones pass through my head
I say i live with no regrets but my mind says otherwise.
