Time for Bed
Time for scary things and bad dreams,
Time for bad men doing bad things.
Time for being lost...
Or worst yet... being found.
Time for falling skies and shifting ground.
Time to run away and hide,
To see the face of those who lied.
You can't escape the world you're in,
Your only hope - that you might win!
You fight for every inch of ground,
That takes you away from being found.
It's time for bed, which for you will mean...
Reliving evil men doing evil things.
Can anything help this predicted fate,
When you feel the past and their evil hate?
No, not a friend, not even a drink,
No, not a phone call or even a shrink.
So what does one do at the end of the day,
When the newness of dawn has passed away?
You must sleep or die - it's the only way.
There will always be an end to each day.
Fighting through another night,
You have no choice but to endure the fright.
Evil men who's laugh you'll always know,
Will hunt you down everywhere you go.
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