Night Chills
I always seem to cry at night
For between the covers upon my bed
I like to hide myself away
And as the dark outside lays out its twilight grey
I pray that my mind will let me rest
But memories do infest my mind with a dozen crumbled faces
Those who have passed away have found the peace that life replaces
But I myself can never find such peace
For my past is riddled with regret and strife that makes me want to cease
For why do people have to die?
A child so young, a loved one or a brother
All we can do is cry as death it always claims another
And when my eyes have finally stopped the tears
My tired grip it slowly disappears
And into dreams I gladly slip and fall
Where within God’s world I have stood amongst the dead
For like my own soul they are free inside my head
When the dawn chorus of the early bird
Is heard in gentle song
I will sadly wake
For I know I cannot belong within this other realm
Because like all the others we have to wait
Until death it reaches out its hand and leads us through the gate