My daydreams are nightmares. I sleep as each eye stares. My day is still night. I sleepwalk in sunlight. Being awake is no break from bad dreams in my mind. Why must I be punished when my heart is so kind? It must be my soul for my person is good. I try to love all that lives just like everyone should. It must be my soul, but what could it have done? The burden I bear is for three and not one. I am breaking my back as I carry this pain. I have hate for my soul, but I feel it in vain. I am paying for its sins and it had to have known. It chose me for this but could have left me alone. My soul stole my peace so now I have none. No man should pay for what his soul has done.