Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord I count some sheep.
The pain too much to touch the pillow,
Rest will only come on a billow.
Twenty four hours of pain and torture,
This is not how I want my future.
Like brush against flames and fires,
My body aches, withers and tires.
Stabbing, pounding, unending pain,
Will this be the night I am slain?
Tossing, turning, where is the comfort?
Who gives watch over this fort?
Where is my guard and Healer?
I want better cards from the dealer.
What must I do for goodness sakes?
Just make it stop and no more quakes.
Now I lay me down,
Please Lord, don’t let me drown.
All I want is a peaceful rest,
Make me a bird so I can fly from this nest.
Bring healing, hope and joy,
I hate feeling like a broken toy.
Every sound is like a lousy band,
Bring down Your healing hand.
Now I lay me down to….
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