Saved.

When the children get tired

When their minds go to bed

When they dream of the future

Happy thoughts fill their head

When the teens are exhausted

When they've used up their dread

When they look toward tomorrow

So much ground left to tread

When I lay still unsleeping

When I've words left unsaid

When my brain can't stop racing

I'm glad I'm not dead

Posted Jan 5, 2017, 11:41 PM UTC

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