The night is here, yet here I sit
With eyes that would not close,
And thoughts that wander through my head
And will not let me doze.

My mind is tired, my body tired,
And yet I cannot sleep;
I feel as though I've been on guard
For days without a break.

The worries of the day are gone,
But still I cannot rest;
I feel as though there's something more
That I must do, or else.

I know not what it is, but still
It haunts me to the core;
It keeps me from my bed, and keeps
My mind from wandering o'er.

I'll try to sleep, but I know well
That sleep will not come soon;
I'll try to rest, but I know well
That rest will not be won.

So here I sit, with eyes that would
Not close, and thoughts that wander on,
And I will sit until the dawn
And then I'll try again to sleep.