Let me sleep through the static and then carry me home -
away, quietly,
take me and wrap me up in silence and your arms,
blanket me.
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In my bed I'll sleep - eventually.
So let me drift, for a moment,
off into the chaos - sweet, silent chaos
and then take me home.
Help me, hold me, and take me home.
Find for me my own waiting repose.
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