Will I survive the night that's layin' the bed For me and calling me to go to sleep In her indistinct hold, "no dread... no dread.."-- Her cradlesinging me for falling deep? Will I be able to behold the morrow As it unfolds its sunny splendors wide, And ________ sorrow Won't the night betray me hard But the night does wake me up to the day. Why then the questions do return, please say? ©️ N P Samal