"...I pray the Lord my soul to keep-"
...Tomorrow's such a lovely word, I think I'd take a pleasant walk and drink the presence of the world before the hour calls me back. And then within the hugging warmth, of hearth and laughing infant chimes, I'd wallow in these hidden words: a wishing well with rhymes for dimes. Then when night came, for peaceful rest I'd let the pillow take my head I'd pray in Sleep to be a guest and God's will not to wish me dead- -But if I die before I wake... -and if I die before I wake... -And if I DIE before I wake-
...Out! Through the window of my room I see an adolescent light that burns to fend off hollow Dooms which caper in the midst of night. "Tomorrow's such a lovely time: No school, and I might have a swim, we'd dance to tunes of children's rhymes until above the sunlight dims. And when the day sinks to the west, Mom's love would tuck me to my bed, I'd pray for uneventful rest, and God's will not to wish me dead... -But if I die before I wake... -and if I die before I wake..." -And if he DIES before he wakes-
...The judgement minute, in between before the Dawn decides to rise a tiny soul flies through a dream where god still laughs and terror dies. "Tomorrow's such a lovely word. and surely God will wish My will: a spot of mercy in his world where fearless you can pray His fill." And so by night a mother's sigh, as outside black is turning red, cries low to let this moment die - and God to - PLEASE - not wish him dead- "But if he dies before he wakes... -and if he dies before he wakes..." And if I die before I wake... and if I die before... and if I... DIE