Please, Be In My Being

Please, be in my being, Come, stay in this hour, Sit down, dreams aren't bringing me you, there's no power of eyes of yours at night and pale gloomy days aren't full of your sun and they have no your rays. Let they start to burn with the gorgeous fire, They'll see in their turn me, come down to my prayer, Let dreams will dispel all this sinister shade, Let they fill my day, let they makes our fate. Let lips will be sweet, Let the hands will be gentle, Words are silly a bit and we're bored, and we're mental, Let's play a fool...and something in chest has a pray: Please, be in my being, please, come now to stay.