It's 10 o'clock and
I need to sleep
But dreams won't come
Its 11 o'clock and
I want to sleep but
I'm afraid of being overrun
Of the same nightmare
A well of black
Again, and
Again, and
Again
I'm all alone
No one there but me
I beg for something
A whisper, a shout
A noise
I'm afraid
But its friends like you
That chases the dream away.
Friends like you that are
The light,
The voice,
The second person there.
So maybe tonight
When I think of you
I won't have that dream
And instead I'll dream
Of sun, joy, music
And of friends.