In Through the Window

So dream away, the task will still remain
when all the sleepy hours long have fled,
to clear the windows of an addled brain.

The curtain's drawn, and hid the windowpane
that once revealed what filled your soul with dread;
so dream away, the task will still remain.

It's lurking there in fields once filled with grain,
no matter how you paint with rosy red
to soothe the windows of an addled brain.

The house is warm, though screams sound from the plain,
no mark of that has touched your daily bread.
So dream away, the task will still remain.

Though what's outside may chill a midnight vein,
you've seen no blood, nor bodies of the dead
to crack the windows of an addled brain.

These things, I'm sure, will never bring you pain,
no matter what the wisest long have said.
So dream away, the task will still remain
to clear the windows of an addled brain.