A clover fell into my bed today
I frowned at the three lucky leaves of May
The veins were drawn into a perfect smile
Ridiculous it seemed before my eyes
I placed it in my pocket for sheer luck
The day went black and soon the lightning struck
But the rain found no place around my feet
Instead the snow thawed all of my defeats
My crystal nails scratched my tender forehead
For I have not yet faced what lay ahead
The clover in my hand went green to grey
That's when I knew that there was more to say
And miles to go before I sleep tonight
And miles to go into my dreams tonight
