Tick tock sings the clock,
Calling in the sheep flock,
Sleep should be apon our eyes,
For it won't be long until we rise,
The sun will awake before many,
But that doesn't mean there won't be any.
Now I'm no saint nor no sinner,
Yet I tidy, clean and cook dinner,
Which is what they expect from me,
But ther is more than you can see,
Dreams spin around my head,
As I lie peaceful in bed.
The chimming clock strikes midnight,
When my dreams come alight,
Shining brightly in the sky,
No ones here to tell me why,
They're all dreaming of magical things,
While I go and spread my wings.
Angels protect and follow our moves,
They even give our houses roofs,
To mend the shattered hearts we hold,
Making sure our cards we don't fold,
For giving up is not a option today,
So for now, here I'll stay.
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