What can you hear as your head thunders hard,
As your heart pounds in fury, as you woke with a start?
Who’s name do you cry, who’s face do you see,
What person is this, and why in your dreams?
What do you smell which clogs up your nose,
Hot oil, yourself, makes one hell of a smell?
What can you do as you panic within,
Slumber no more just a hot mug of drink?
Why can’t you tell as you sit there and shake,
‘Cause every things black, a blur, and so bleak?
Why don’t you tell, to the love that’s so near,
To protect both of you, and anyone near?
Is there no hope and a night free of dread,
Perhaps in a while, the sleep of the dead?