Why do we take him for granted
and close our eyes
when the night appears
Why do we furl like enchanted
little pawns
when the darkness nears
Why do we welcome this beast
what provisions
were made that we would
find him fair
find him true
find him waiting
find him soothing
Why do we take him for granted
when he erases
what we planted
Why do we gladly embrace him
his dark within dark
within tender fingers
Why do we long for his touch
what arrangement
was made that he may
ease our pain
steal our hope
find us waiting
find us yielding
Why is sleep
such a well of darkness
what does his silence entail
why should I just
give up my day
to these hands
of things forgotten
Why is sleep
such a hazy notion
of things we pray for and love
why should we just
give up our hold
on the things
we know
He's part of life
he's part of us
it's been forever
that he's been with us
But parts of me
refuse to see
and I'll just wait here
for some changes
I'll just wait until those
changes come
Why do we take him for granted
I can see no earthly
good he does
Wilting and nearly unplanted
we still look to him
to comfort us
Why do we long for that grave
why do we cede
while his sleigh of silence
tears and pulls
all asunder
in the guise of peaceful slumber
Why is sleep
such a mystic nothing
such a not at all what we need
should we all just
concede and pray
we will wake up
where we parted
Why is sleep
such a common thief
such a leech on all that we dream
why do we bow to him
and let go
of the things
we know
He's part of life
he's part of us
it's been forever
that he's been with us
But parts of me
refuse to see
and I'll just wait here
for some changes
I'll just wait here
for some changes
