The night is long and still,
The stars are out and bright,
But I can’t seem to sleep,
My mind is filled with fright.

I worry about the day,
The things I have to do,
The things I said or did,
The things I didn’t do.

I worry about the future,
The things that may befall,
The things I can’t control,
The things I can’t recall.

I lie awake and stare,
At the ceiling far above,
I try to count sheep,
But they all seem to move.

I close my eyes and pray,
For sleep to come my way,
But all I hear is silence,
And all I feel is pain.

I know that I will sleep,
Eventually, I will,
But for now, I’m just awake,
And I can’t seem to will.

So I’ll lie here in the dark,
And worry about the day,
And hope that sleep will come,
Before the morning light.