The unfortunate pain, the unfortunate sorrow. it takes control of my life, then it is gone . yet another day of sorrow, will sorrow some again tomorrow? now searching answers to questions in hope for a situation to go from dark to bright. to lie here with eyes closed still awake; to wonder how much more of this misery i will be able to take. so sad were the dreams i once had; dreams that kept me me alive when things went bad, -falling flat when trying to achieve those dreams. never would you become mad . Lord can you tell me why dreams can be so sad.

So tomorrow is another day,
pain and sorrow has went away, and this is how i sing myself to sleep? this is very sad ? what happened to the dreams that i had? my dreams went away/ will they come again another day? why is it i have to go away? unsatisfied minds want it that way. what is it you have say? whatever it is don't expect it to brighten another day.

and this is how i sing myself to sleep/