My head on the pillow
I’m Feeling like a willow
Then come the thief
That leaves me with grief
At 3:00 AM, he took my rest
He killed my dream when at its best
The doors are locked, the room is dark
My eyes wide open, the mind is blank
When did he come, When did he go,
the unknown spirit that stole my peace?
I am not at ease.
LaMore.
