Sleep Come My Way
There is this great thing called sleep,
In reality it's extremely cheap,
But never underestimate its price
Because it can be as cold as ice.
It has been known to run away,
And it turns people's lives grey,
As if a shadow has been cast over them
To steal their most precious gem.
Because without it you cannot be a man,
You'll turn into a shallow piece of flesh
That can never be again fresh.