I’ll retire in a sleepy state
And Wake again another day
Tomorrow is a cleaner slate
Pack my bags and drift away
Another world is chasing me
And I can’t keep it at bay
My eyes will close so I can see
The bringings of a different day
Dawn will rise behind a cloud
Pushing back my disarray
Stripping back my fearful shroud
Painting over shades of grey
Patiently I sit in waiting
For the tears to roll away
Until that time, I’ll go on hating
This state of sorrow, Where I lay
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