In My Bed

As I lay in my bed, everything is quiet and still,
My window is open; it lets in all too familiar breeze,
And this is when I think about life and all it means,
Where I’m headed and what the future will bring,
About my past failures and the sorrow it has brought me,
I sometimes pray and ask God that he will make a change,
Mix up my thoughts and make me see the world in a different way,
It hasn’t happen yet, but I know someday it will,
I just hope it occurs before it’s already too late.

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