Now I lay me down to sleep
To seek my answers that dreams keep.
To search my soul of honesty
And to replace the fears of hostility.
May what lies beyond the path
Give me the strength and courage I don't have.
Stand up and wear a path of my own
So I give advice for experience I've known.
And if time comes to anger me
I will stop time and count to three.
For anger starts as a seed instead
By depression and fear it is fed.
1995
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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