Johnny Is Sleeping

Johnny is sleeping another day away He won't come out to play Johnny is sleeping, his dreams have gone astray beyond the hallowed Milky Way. Johnny is sleeping so deeply and so sound No one can stir him round There's no letter in the box He cannot hear the clock A butterfly flew gently by His mother starts to bitterly cry She does not dry her pretty eyes It becomes a flowing waterfall which cascades through the kitchen wall. Day after day it will not change The atmosphere has estranged So no one is truly alarmed So I held him in my loving arms So delicately on my two limbs Making sure not to wake him Johnny slumbers on like a myst'ry child With perfected peace he's been reconciled Floating between pictorial fantasies he has lost touch with common realities. Coming forth with a new philosophy which blends out any catastrophe. Freeing himself from Earth's gravity Finding an eventual neutrality Drifting toward glowing nebulae Searching for a conclusive yesterday Within he sees his origin so consummate and genuine. So consequently his holy ending brought him beauty without pretending a priceless sense of worthiness virtually full of readiness. In the glowing aftermath he flew above a footpath which guided his ascension through the next dimension. Nevertheless and overall his emotions have been enthralled. Captivated from each passion which helps him to refashion the happenings and circumstance so all cherubim will entrance his staircase with gorgeous bouquets to picturesquely divinely display his heartfelt words of thankfulness. His senses suggest is it miraculous. Leaving the mortal simplicity to beatific spiritual complexity has fascinated his introspection to provide him new directions. Although his natural perplexity has offered him a legacy he has chosen a new stance which endowed a special providence and helped him to a credulous resumption of the beauteous. Johnny is sleeping another day away He won't come out to play Johnny is sleeping, his dreams have gone astray beyond the hallowed Milky Way. So resolved and wondrous Full of joy and fond bliss Released from the bonds of relativity Emancipated from banal activity Liberated from the earthly mode Creating an glistening new-fallen snow Johnny has taken his brush in hand to paint his personal Rembrandt Engaged in the perfect kiss Risen from the deepest abyss Heralded for his utmost courage which brought him to a bridge. His will was to certainly cross to adorn the stars with gloss. Smiling throughout his transformation Accepting his conformation to absolution and to understand what inspired him to disband his fortunate childhood joviality to encompass eternal immortality. Johnny is sleeping another day away He won't come out to play Johnny is sleeping, his dreams have gone astray beyond the hallowed Milky Way.