• Just by the thought you begin to weep
    the thought of that everlasting sleep
    The sound of the loud thunder
    makes you wounder
    about life if you commited any adultry or strife
    you think like your in a dream from which you can't wake-up
    wishing you could take back all of those hurtful things
    wishing to wake up to hear the birds sing
    woundering what this sleep has to bring
    in your heart you know what keep
    you lay down and begin to count sheep your all prepared for the the deep
    Everlasting sleep