| Down I lay, to gain sleep. Down I lay, prefer not count sheep. Down I lay, as worry clouds. Thus I pray, be there good sound. My dream comes, bearing truth but lie. What tell it to me? Tell it right, what is and shall be? Tell it wrong, of what cannot see? Relax I now, worry gone. Down I lay, to see not sheep. Down I lay, fast asleep. |
| A Worry Not Spoke |