Peaceful Night
Its two o'clock in the morning
And this house is silent
No soul is awoken around me
No wind is blowing
Nor the sound of the crickets
Late night creaks
Nothing but the sound
Of the soft even sound of my breath
Escaping my lungs
Ahh the sound of peace at last
Peace at last
I shut my eyes and lay against my pillows
And I'll dream of a dream
That is soon to come true
So I'll think of life
As i wish of a fantasy
As i drift--
Into a deep sleep of peace at last
Peace at last
And i'll dream of a dream
To good to come true.
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