midnight

the old clock chimes midnight
a quiet hour for sleeping dreams
those in waking hours are full of light
the old clock chimes midnight
the promises I find there are never bright
they cannot truly resemble what they seem
the old clock chimes midnight
a quiet hour for sleeping dreams

a quiet hour for fearful dreams
time rolls by, the nightmare begins
I wake tempted to respond with screams
a quiet hour for fearful dreams
these images are never what they seem
I wonder how they reflect my sins
a quiet hour for sleeping dreams
time rolls by, the nightmare begins

nighttime dread, the nightmare begins
it is my dream to find quiet and peace
against this demon, I swear I will win
nighttime dread, the nightmare begins
how I wish that he who dreams thus was my twin
awarding me then calm nights in sheets of fleece
nighttime dread, the nightmare begins
when will I dream of finding quiet and peace

when will I dream of finding quiet and peace
after the hour when the clock chimes midnight
the nightmare I would chase, that it may cease
when will I dream of finding quiet and peace
images of happiness, this tension, help me to release
I grow so weary of these nightly frights
when will I dream of finding quiet and peace
after the hour when the clock chimes midnight






midnight
18 march, 2006