Father time I beg of thee
let the time go slow
for I am yet to awake
if at all i fell asleep
I do not know
My head is filled with
many dreams
the faint of heart dares not to see
I've seen it all from death to life
when there's nothing but
darkness between
me and the night
here I sit in this room
all alone
Wondering why I feel 1,000
miles away from home
wondering why in the night
am I forced to see
all these things put in front of me
The perfect life I can never have
the tortured life I pray will never come
to sleep thru one night peaceful and free
that dear sir is what I beg of thee
DME 2/5/02
