“When life gets heavy My eyelids do not Sleeping comes in waves I can no longer control Awake at half past one Then again at half past three All the while Counting sheep Laughing at me I wonder if the moon Sees what has become Of her once sleeping child The world has undone. undone.”

“When life gets heavy My eyelids do not Sleeping comes in waves I can no longer control Awake at half past one Then again at half past three All the while Counting sheep Laughing at me I wonder if the moon Sees what has become Of her once sleeping child The world has undone. undone.”

— C. Churchill