Oh, how precious
When I close my eyes
The sorrows of the world sink
And I enter a world of creation that is purely mine.
Whether triggered by the pills or drink
You break me from the shackles
Allowing me to wonder the sky.
Sleep is the freedom from the cruelty that is my mind
Little box is shut from the pain and wasteful hours
Eyes once shut, the soul breaks free
Quiet, peaceful, safe.
Sometimes the bad things enter
But I open my eyes and see that I am safe
My body aching
My heart yearning
To break from the prison that is life
Sleep, how I long for you always.