Oh restless night,
Just let me sleep,
To dream of meadows,
And mountains steep,
Oh restless heart,
Why do I weep?
For in my grief I long to sleep.
To dream of sunshine,
Happy days,
Spent with loved ones,
Like the good old days.
Oh restless spirit,
I long for thee,
To be with souls,
I long to see.
Jayne Louise Davies
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I generally get around 6 or 7 hours, I still like to get up early. My parents died so long ago and I've let Tina's memory rest as she would me, so I live for today and hopes of tomorrow