Work is over, time for rest,
its finally here, I feel the best,
I wrap up warm, cover my chest,
pray to god, my dream is blessed.
I’ll be your arms,
when you are weak,
I’ll work my charms,
when you feel bleak,
Looking up at the ceiling,
I cant believe the the way I’m feeling,
Wanting to cry, its hard, I’m grieving,
Pillow on my face, to shush my breathing.
I meet this girl in my favorite bar,
stood there staring, she was a star,
a mystical being, dancing a curse
she moved so well, so diverse.