When I go to bed at night
I read my books of wrong and right.
Finally I turn out the light.
Welcome darkness holds no fright.
I think of conflict and of hate.
Aggressive actions I would take
To stop the wars that people make.
But sleep leaves trouble in its wake.
In dreams I cannot find my way.
Each night seems like another day.
The destination far away.
Forever longer as I stray.
Feeling weary and forlorn,
Between death and living I am torn.
Then someone near me ends the storm
By helping others - it is Dawn.