Cometh Dreams
Here among pillows and blankets,
I lay waiting for dreams,
To be taken away by the night
To a place that's seldom seen.
Will I dance and play,
And sing songs in the night?
Or shall the darkness take me,
And show me all that frights?
Who knows for sure; 'cause I don't.
I just have to brave the plane;
Of astral life and demons dark
And pray there is no pain.
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