The day dies slowly as the moon rises high above
And while I can't hardly wait for the blessed night
For I have scampered to and fro in search of kind love
God created darkness to find peace from the light
I close my eyes hoping just to escape this hard life
While pain and anguish slowly seem to melt away
Bliss settles like morning mist to hide the days strife
Here in the world of dreams I am lost to the sway
In this realm I can be a hero, villain or a goodly king
I rob banks, save a thousand lives or kiss the queen
I can do all of this without moving one rusted bed spring
But alas the night ends with birds chirping to a sunlit scene
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