Sleep deprived,
These poor little eyes,
So tired yet I cannot
concentrate my mind.
Wide awake,
Filled with fret,
Oh how I wish I could sleep
soundly in my bed.
The aches,
The pains,
The voices in my brain,
All sit on me until I don't feel
well again.
Let me be free,
To dream,
To be at peace,
To see your enchanted face,
So I may dance 'til dawn,
Within my favourite song,
When will sleep call me home?
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