In the still small hours of the night
My terrors pull me awake
As if they'd grabbed a shoulder
And given me a shake;
And I am paralysed
Imprisoned in my bed
While they dance in m y mind
Interfere with my head.
They parade before me
All my past sins and fears
And I cringe in horror
Almost moan in tears.
Am I awake?
Is it a dream?
I want to break out,
To howl and scream
But find I cannot move
Or make the slightest noise
Not only am I paralysed
They have taken my voice.
With the coming dawn
When the night turns tip gray
My terrors withdraw
Start to melt away
And I relax
And slide into a deep
And healing
Restorative sleep.
And I ease through the day
Hoping all will be right
But I know very soon I'll face
Still small hours of another night
