I try not to weep.As i pick-up my feet to climb into my sheet.
My wound is deep. I can feel it even,when i'm fast asleep.
I'm floating down a calm stream.I thought I had the moon's beam.
Then,I heard the scream in my dreams..............
When I awakened.I felt shakend.I was aching.
My heart breaking.What was I thinking.
I sat up and pondered.bit my lip and wondererd...........
I slowly started to cry.Then i asked the Moon-Lit-Sky,Why? and it replied.There's no need to cry.So dry your eyes.
Look for the butterflies,way up high.You did try.
You've done your wrong.And your will is strong.It won't be long.
Until finally your wound is gone.............