The clock on the wall says 2 a.m.
I can see the numbers clear
The world around me lies in silence
but for me sleep is nowhere near
The ceiling stares down dully
as I stare straight ahead
I sigh a sigh of deep frustration
as I get out of bed
I think of you
you who sleeps beneath the stars
subject to Nature's whim
In spirit & soul
my heart cries out for him
When the sky is crying
& he waits it out in his shed
I can taste the raindrops
I hear the thunder in my head
If I could be the lightning
I'd light the way for him
He who sleeps beneath the stars
subject to Nature's whim
When the trees bow in reverence
as they shake in fear
I pray to that God for mercy
I feel him in here
When the night falls across the land
when the day's warmth becomes cold
I just want to take his hand
& pull his weary body to mine to hold
I want to take away his pain
to be a barrier to Nature's whim
I want to take away the rain
& give nothing but sunshine to him.
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