My Restless Nights
To my plundered mind...
As with sense of directions
With anger in the air
Make lovers of this confessions
Twas night it was-eyes wide open,
Lack of sleep I was, put truth to my indication
With loss of love-now thinking of hate
With violent thought-now screaming re-take
What brought this love so soon?
This I ask with agony
What brought this pain?
This will usher in samphony.
But with love-now I long to see it more
And with this hope-this will bring happiness For sure
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