Bed Time
Loneliness only strikes in the dead of the night
for when the sun goes down truth seeks the light
never knowing what will prevail
we can only hope our dreams will aid our lifes tale
Demons may emerge from the past you have lead
things you have done may haunt you instead
but persistence builds resistence
and you will sleep in your bed.
Copyright © Dennis Le | Year Posted 2009
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