Love Poem: Sleep Is the Cousin of Death
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Written by: Malcolm Brooks

Sleep Is the Cousin of Death

I stay up through the nights.
Will I get to eat tonight?
Will I see the day I turn 21?
One-Day, will I feel the pain of a gun?
Will I die young?

Am I asking too many questions?
Does everything happen for a reason?
Is everything I go through one of God's lessons?
Will I go to Heaven?

I stay up through the nights.
Will I reach new heights?
Lord tell me everything will be alright.
Now I think I want to be in love with the lights.
I don’t want to fall to a Price.
Lord tell me everything will be alright.

I stay up through the night.
My eyes are getting heavy.
Am I ready to sleep?
Because Sleep Could be Deadly