I saw her every night
I made it my fight
To go to sleep, to count the sheep.
But not to let her die.
Pennies lost, my soul was gained.
Through broken glass, and my broken pain.

Scalped and burned
The knife that yurned
To see a happy trail.

The blood that ran
Through the sand.
Down my nightmares back.
 
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