The darkness under your eyes

Tell me you did not sleep last night

Maybe you had a bad dream

Or maybe again you thought of him

Maybe you needed to talk

but ended up listening all night

darling if you fear the wind and storm

how will you  fly your kite?

Maybe you are just tired

And you just need your grandma’s hug

Or maybe listen to Ingrid Michealson

In your pjs on your comfy furry rug

I hope tonight you get

a complete well rested sleep

for when you feel uncomfortable

Its my soul that weeps