[cry of the soul] I want to close my eyes and fall into a soft, deep world where there is no sound, no light, just peace. My bed calls me like a sweet voice in the dark, pulling me in with warm arms. My blanket is a kind friend, wrapping me tight, telling me, “Stay, rest, dream.” I want to sleep and keep sleeping, for many hours, maybe forever. I want to sink into that soft, dark sea, where time is slow and the heart is light. Sleep is my love, my wish, my need. I do not just want it—I crave it, like the sun wants the sky. [Outro] I hope tomorrow says, “Welcome,” and holds us like a hug.
