In the quiet of the night, when stars refuse to shine,
My body aches with fatigue, a weariness so fine.
The days are long, the nights too short,
In dreams I seek, a peaceful port.

Each step I take feels heavy, a burden I can’t shake,
Eyes droop with endless sorrow, a heart that seems to break.
The world spins on, relentless and unkind,
Yet I trudge on, with a weary mind.

Yearning for a moment, a pause in this endless race,
To find a place of solace, a gentle, loving embrace.
But time is a cruel master, pushing evermore,
Leaving me longing, for rest at my core.

Oh, to lay my head, on a pillow soft and sweet,
To close my eyes and find a restful retreat.
In the arms of slumber, may I find my peace,
From the weight of weariness, a blessed release.