After the fireworks end, seek shelter elsewhere.
Tired, hide underneath the bed sheets and covers.
Omnipresent, Eden appears to be the only friend
left in the world at the moment. Lights off, say
goodbye to yesterday's drama. Pray for these cloudy gray
skies to go away. A ray of sunlight chases off this
delicate fray, misfortunate disarray. Lost too deep
in a peaceful sleep, black sheep weep nomore. Longing
to disappear, don't fear death so called a coma.