Light plays along the cieling,
As cars drive by the house,
The light of the sun,
Long since died away,
The noise of the day,
A din in the room,
Sleep is coming soon,
Through the moments that never end,
And instants that pass to quickly,
Dreams are near,
And the lights on the ceiling,
Make phantom visions come to life,
Something inside you says,
Don't let go!,
Do not pass into that helpless state,
To dream the dreams of longing,
And the nightmares of day,
You are victorious on the day,
And tommorrow grants you fame.
I will sleep well tonight,
For in the light of tommorrow,
I will find many friends,
To share the visions on the cieling.