Slumber

   My engery drains
  Every passing day
Its like I'm bound by chains when I want to say.

   Did I really mean those words
  Those words I said
And now I lay alone...alone in our bed.

   For some reason, I want to pull him close
  Everytime I see his face
Let him chase my fears away.

   And I know these words, you're hearing or reading mean nothing at all
  But without them down...down I may fall.

   Slumber is such a wonderful thing
  Because without it how would we dream?