my pillow
i lay my head on my pillow
wind blows past the willows
why can i not lay and rest
i lay my head on the pillow
the cieling becomes my consolidation
the stars above in mystic constallations
yett i do not see them out my window
i lay my head on the pillow
and close my eyes as i amxiously fiddle
the sheets trap my legs and body
and the night takes me as a prise
i lay with my head on my pillow
now fast asleep
as nightmares cause me to weep
and i can not sleep
i cannot lay my head on the pillow....
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