Night time is my enemy,
I close my eyes, endure the memory.
I see your face with that evil grin,
Then the torture shall begin.

You’re over me with a balled up fist,
I wonder, will there ever be an end to this?
Will I awaken to a brighter day,
Will the torture ever go away?

Sometimes I’m afraid to even sleep,
Wondering, tonight what will it be?
Will it be your fist, or maybe a gun?
Either way, all night I’ll run.

You’ve been gone for several years,
It’s time to stop my tortured tears.
So tonight I shall close my eyes and pray,
“Lord, please take these memories away.”

Tonight I heard Him say, “My child, I’ve heard your prayer,
Sleep now, give to me your every care.
In the morning you’ll wake to a brand new day,
For tonight, I’m taking these memories away.”

© July 16, 2003 Janice Jarnagin