Carry my bags Sandman
It’s night time I hear white windy breeze
Making a song with pines blowing trees
Likewise I hear a siren far away
First responders on the move to save
Life of someone in critical need
Listen to there cries and heart beat
Or maybe a baby is being birthed
Good and bad days for them at work
Strange enough the cicadas are quiet
I guess it’s too cold even crickets are silent
Not hearing music or many cars at all
My muse is fast asleep as soon I shall fall
Carry my bags sandman if you can
From under brown eyes in tan hands
Fighting the urge to write until five
When morning birds will sing of light
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