i rock myself to sleep br i no longer cry i weep br what pain it brings me here and now br what good can sleep do me any how br everytime i close my eyes i see your face br and i remeber how you smearred my name with disgrace br i cry not of sadness but with rage br but that fades to bitterness with age br all i can do is sit and wait br and see what is left of my fatebr br shannon lowerybr br