Oct 5, 2018
On the days that I ask god for sleep,
Because the sand and sheep have slipped through my fingers,
She paints you on the back of my eyelids,
And suddenly I am at peace,
Rest never comes for the weary,
And everything has just been so dull and dreary,
So she sings me a song softly in my ear,
And suddenly I'm five and you are singing me lullabies,
Naviety still in my veins,
Hands and heart untouched by hardships,
God must be a woman for she took you so gently....
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