It’s at nighttime when they’re sleeping.

And my mind does all the thinking.

About the little things I did.

And all the foolish things I said.

It’s at nighttime when they’re sleeping.

And I just can’t stop repeating.

All the voices in my head.

With the words all full of dread.

It’s at nighttime when they’re sleeping.

And I want to break down crying.

Because I focused on my stuff.

And didn’t care enough.

It’s at nighttime when they’re sleeping.

When my mind is forward thinking.

About the gifts that they possess.

And how I can love them best.

It’s at nighttime when they’re sleeping.

When I grow so tired of failing.

So I bow my head and pray.

And I promise… to be brave.