Heart Of The Matter
Sleep
Feels like winter tonight,
Cold and desperately dark,
No moon or twinkling stars to catch my eye,
It rains hard and deep clouds mar my view,
I feel tired, spent by the troubles of the day,
The minor, major annoyances that creep in,
On a wave of apathy,
Instilling suppressed gaiety,
To my once joyous heart,
Sleep is the cure,
Sleep will erase the cares of this day,
And replenish me by morn.
Cold and desperately dark,
No moon or twinkling stars to catch my eye,
It rains hard and deep clouds mar my view,
I feel tired, spent by the troubles of the day,
The minor, major annoyances that creep in,
On a wave of apathy,
Instilling suppressed gaiety,
To my once joyous heart,
Sleep is the cure,
Sleep will erase the cares of this day,
And replenish me by morn.
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