Oh sleep, she is not a friend to me
I come to her kneeling at her feet and beg to give me the gift of rest
She scoffs at me and tells me she does not grant a request from such a guest

Oh sleep, I cry out to you
Asking for your acquaintance
But I have grown accustomed
To your silence and my patience

Oh sleep, you have visited my bedside last again
I have watched the sun rise and the Earth awaken
Please don’t mistaken my desperation
My body grows weary of being a stranger
To the only one who can be my savior

Oh sleep, grant my eyes to be heavy and seal them tight
For I long to be reunited with my dreams tonig