WHEN SLEEP CALLS WHY IN A RUSH?

Crying in the Rain
Ashes to ashes and dust that is us, When the Night approaches and the fear is a must.  to close your eyes you hate but you must.  The sleep of the dead is your only friend.
The bed is cold, the arms do hurt, for the issue is you forgot now you hurt.  sleep will come and so will the pain. the issue is, its all  en-vane. You try to smile, you try not to hurt. At the end of the day sleep is a must. you know of the pain  of the cold all at once, move on they say its easy its a Must.
So back once a gain to ashes to ashes  and the time now is dusk.  the pain still grows but sleep is a must….

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