The Comfort of Sleep, The Power of Hope

Twilight comes
and finds me still in bed.
The sun�s cruel light
is playing with my head,
Like waking up the dead,
it�s hard to find my daily bread.

But you give me hope,
as hard as it is to cope,
you give me hope.

Jenny calls,
I make a note again.
Starlight falls,
upon the sins of men.
Let these thoughts ferment,
and become the wine of my lament.

And lately now my eyes open and I see,
the world is not what I wish it could be.
But you are there to hold my head up high
and keep it there till the day I die.

Dawn�s harsh wake
is knocking at my door,
but I still sleep,
still laying on the floor.
For your sake I arise
and leave as my dream dies.

But you gave me hope,
as hard as it was to cope,
you gave me hope.

And lately now the skies open and I see,
this world is not the place I want to be.
But you are there to help me hold a hope,
and pull me, pull me, pull me up the rope.
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