Even with my eyes shut and a deep slumber.
I go walking in my sleep.
In the middle of the night.
Through the hallways of time.
Down the stairway of the mind,
And out doorway of the soul.
In the middle of the night.
I go walking in my sleep.
Free from all the things that are not to be.
With every step I make.
With every breath I take.
With every thought that rushes through.
Frear has no defintion.
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep.
By the river of misundertand.
Throught the forest of doubt.
Over the bridget of hope, and into
the promise land.
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
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