Awake often my little red eyes br While in the graveyard shift. br Sometimes my precious eyes need a long sleep br But I tell 'please wake till morn br As the night isn't so friendly with us.' br Then my eyes grumble; 'You sleep in the morning Master! br Though we close our eyes, br Yet, we see the World of gambling with human nature.' br br * To the unknown little blind girl who roamed in my daydream and said; ' It's really awful Grandpa! when I see your eyes are like two hot iron balls.