Moving into a new house, getting late
Can't sleep, what's going to happen
Putting Jesus all over the house
But I'm still worrying, if someone going to break in
No, but I'm letting the negative having a hold of me
My mind is thinking too much but no room to sleep
When is morning going to come?
It's dark and scary, why am I thinking about this too much
Please calm me down, my mind is not in the right place
A new place, it's feels like the room is heating up or is it just me?
I need some sleep but my mind wanders too much
No room to sleep
After a couple minutes staring all around me back at the ceiling
Somehow I eventually calm down and fall to asleep, thank the Lord
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