The train is sounding off in the distance, at one point in life this held pain, or memory of pain, now it again brings back joy of times before the pain. This whistle bringing comfort that the past is the past...sleep comes, and my heart is content...I sleep as I choose to let go and allow God to restore all that has been stolen in my life...rejoice, rejoice for the day is dawning with mist and the heat of the day will soon be here, but first the sun must set.
Sleep, again I say sleep
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