Tossed within my midnight sleeping, all my sad illusions weeping

While my conscious mind was keeping mem'ries of my days of light

Hungrily I sought to claim them, bring them to my breast and save them

From the swords that seek to maim them, storms from which they fly in fright

Find my dreams and happy wishes so they do not take to flight

Crisply in the jaded night.

Mainly mad and rarely merry, my heavy heart I now must carry

While my childhood I bury deep beneath the tiled floor

On occasion I hear beating of my secret soul that's pleading

Come, please stop the worms from eating the mem'ries seeping from its core

Slow and silent words retreating, seeping from my mem'ries core

Long to be just as before.