Dreams sweet dreams
The night slips by
I have only one question
And that is “Why”?
Why is it when I rest my head
Cocooned in the warmth of my small bed
All manner of things they spring to mind
And some are of the worrying kind
My thoughts then focus
On a light so white
My Angel has come
To assist in my plight
She will have heard my desperate call
My whispered wish
And straight to my side
To help accomplish this
She feeds me strength fit for my soul
Teaches me patience in my role
Abide with me when the night turns cold
Humility is my comfort : Heaven told