Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
But still I lie, eyes wide awake,
And feel my hands begin to shake.
As my heart drums in my chest,
That heavy weight won’t let me rest.
Darkness she will not take hold,
And sand man’s wares cannot be sold.
For in dreams that wait to strike my mind,
Your heart beats on; we still have time.
I feel your laughter, hear your song.