Bedtime

My head is getting foggy
And my sight is getting soggy
As I try to slip to dreamland far away

My thoughts are clouding softly
And my hair is looking motley
As my bouncing head begins to bob and sway

I’m sighing with contentment
And I’m crying with resentment
As I put to rest the worries of my day

I clutch to me my pillow
Like the branches of a willow
Cuz’ this is where I’ll gladly make my stay

I, the victim

I, the victim
I, the hurting
I, the one that’s
Always blurting

I, the troubled
I, the saddened
I, the one that’s
Never gladdened

I, the broken
I, the dying
I, the one that’s
Always crying

But have I ever
Looked to see
That you were
There in front of me

You, the angel
You, the fair
You, the one that’s
Always there

You, the humble
You, the caring
And you are never
Overbearing

You, a wonder
You, a gem
You, my darling
Best of men

My selfish heart
Is torn from me
Cause all I know
And all I see
Is you, the one
In front of me