...

I'll tell you a secret

Before you sleep...

By my still, small voice

From deep calls to deep

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I came in the night

I stole something cheap

But only to perceive

All the treasures you reap

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If everything was clear

From beginning to end

Then where would you be

Without a question in your head

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You'd walk around freely

Naked and unashamed

Hand in hand

Lying on sheep
 

You'd eat from the vines

That never go bad

And sing with the chorus

All rights reserved-Glad

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On and on and so it goes

Never to wonder-

Without perspective

This, too, is delirium you're under

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You think it was perfect

Because it was said

But what is perfect

Without attaining the perfect end

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You needed to rise up

This your own doing

Side by side-

Flowers that are blooming

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The chaos and confusion

Overwhelming disbelief

Are the bitter pills

That bring you to your knees

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The sun draws the curtain

Night after night

On both hero and villain

Your masked disguise

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You'll find what was lost

Realizing it never left

For what had been taken

Lay hidden inside your chest

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Tale as old as time

Your journey to find

This story is a riddle

You are the rhyme.

...

As I lay me

Down to sleep

My head

my heart

My soul to keep

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As I awake

On the birth of a new day

With clarity I see

What once seemed real

was just

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One hell of a dream.