While you sleep
A thousand different couples fall in love.
A young man begs "a shrine of hers to keep,"
A lock of hair, perhaps a scented glove.
She smiles, complies and sighs, but soon she'll weep,
While you sleep.
While you sleep
A thousand sordid rendezvous take place.
A wife slips out of bed to lightly creep
A few doors down. To her shame and disgrace
She finds her love's made vows that he won't keep,
While you sleep.
While you sleep
A frightening cataclysm is unleashed.
A earthquake's shaking terror. Death will reap
A bumper crop tonight. The screams soon ceased.
Man's God has slaughtered men as man does sheep,
While you sleep.
While you sleep
A soul ascends her way to heaven. Soon
A blind, indifferent God will end her sleep.
A callous slap. A harp that's out of tune;
She starts, awakes, observes. Proceeds to weep,
While you sleep.
Won't you sleep.
Please.
Only in our dreams
Is disillusionment a stranger.
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