Permanent Slumber
In my dreams I lay awake
Trying to figure out how to escape
But then comes the beating sound
Of the people standing around
I can hear and I can feel
But Im not sure if this is real.
These people I feel I know but not for sure
For I have lost my speech of words.\
For now I know my soul is pure
I come to you in hopes of cure
For if I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
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