I am no sleeping beauty

My finger I will not prick

I’m looking for the light of God

To forget this darkness, thick

But the thorns do not allow me

To find that peaceful place

So I wander through the night

To find His sacred grace

Where I can lay my head, to rest

No spindles, to make me bleed

Just close my eyes, in solemn hope

And let my dreams concede

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