I don’t sleep easy. I don’t sleep the night through.
Outside the window the stars shine high, so bright.
The fist snow is falling, and the world looks new again.
Middle of the night. Try to be still. Try to fall asleep.
So far out. The woods and the silence. Such emptiness.
Trying to recover. Trying to hide from all those demons.
Maybe ghosts walk between the falling snow, out there.
Maybe the wolves are just guarding the angels on night watch.
Maybe they are watching me, small, vulnerable, and so afraid.
I finally drift away. And mad dreams still bring peace in the dark.
Maybe I’ll be queen of the underworld, cold and unafraid.
But someone will always come plucking strings, to break my heart.