Night,she walks on silent stones,
Through the misty quilted sky
And slips into my weary bones
She wipes my tears dry...
Beside my bedside, she sings a song,
She sings an endearing lullaby;
And tells me stories, fantastic,long,
Of treasures golden,of days gone by...
She tells my mind, to rest awhile
Rejuvenate, tomorrow be whole
For today,i'd walked a hundred mile
To reclaim my stolen soul...
And believe the stars that hold my plight,
To rest my head in her bosom, to sleep
Until She no longer sees me weep;
She slowly slips away,into daylight...
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