I lie awake on a dark hollow meadow, where I await the time that’s ticking, the clock that never sleeps, keeps a steadfast beat, I feel the wind blow oh so smoothly over me like a soft touch of a babies hand. I hear the whispers of all who battled, and fought through sin, I hear the screams echoing in the back of my head, headaches of heart breaks, and abandonment, the small ones crying over everything, and the older ones crying over the one, the pain burdens my heart, a deep and endless lost, a well with no water to drink from, the forbidding fragrance, strikes me over and over, I turn my head in disappointment, but I slowly turn back in strength, with wisdom of events, to help, serve, and to save the ones in time, my only hope should be to see my enemies, not to fall before me, but in heaven with me, above the ones that could not join us, they're everything that haunts me in my sleep, My one last wish is for more not to face defeat.