Finally, my eyes give in
To the silent whispers of the night calling
And the songs of the willows

sleep I will,
But my brain is still up
Shutting down not any soon
The memories of the past take shape
And the plans for the future bleak
Tag, Rag Tag Tat!
Push and pull, Push and Pull
The bed with whispers call
While the plans for the future deny me sleep
Finally, a choice I make
To stare into the bleak future
My blessing no more count
Nor my problems ever forget