Sleep Anthem: Gift me Sleep I will trade my Soul

 



Gift me sleep, I'll trade my soul,

Why should I weep, when dreams console?

Scars of the past haunt my nights,

Future fears keep me from the light.

Rest escapes me, memories creep,

In the shadows, my fears run deep.

Let dreams heal my troubled mind,

In their embrace, solace I find.


Silence the echoes of pain and fear,

In the arms of dreams, draw near.

Grant me peace, let my worries sleep,

Gift me sleep, my soul to keep.


Through the darkness, hope will rise,

In the realm of dreams, my spirit flies.

Leave behind the torment of yesterday,

Embrace the dawn of a brand new day.

Sleep, sweet sleep, my sanctuary,

In your arms, I find sanctuary.

Whispers of peace in the midnight air,

Washing away every despair.


Silence the echoes of pain and fear,

In the arms of dreams, draw near.

Grant me peace, let my worries sleep,

Gift me sleep, my soul to keep.


In the quiet of the night,

Stars above shining bright.

Dreams like rivers flow,

Washing away sorrow.


Silence the echoes of pain and fear,

In the arms of dreams, draw near.

Grant me peace, let my worries sleep,

Gift me sleep, my soul to keep.


Gift me sleep, I'll trade my soul,

In dreams, my broken pieces whole.

With each night, a new beginning,

Hope and healing always winning.

So I'll close my eyes and drift away,

In the arms of sleep, I'll stay.


Wisefool

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