sleep
now i lay me down to sleep
i pray that death my soul won’t keep
for the me that goes away
awakes not to the brand new day
eyes that open on the dawn
and hand that turns off my alarm
echo of a day that’s past
but is no more just like the last
in grand scope my path is set
and the generals don’t forget
but nameless who the hills do crest
daily they are laid to rest
(scott william cramer, 2004)