You're boy is sad

I'm still thinking about all the others who can't sleep,
The people who still wide awake.
The night is longer if you're awake,
and sanity, is too hard to keep.

I remember that child, the child I was,
and I remember how like now,
I do not sleep at the nights.
I was afraid then, and I'm afraid now.
The child was growing into man with fears.

And, my mum, done everything she could,
and every rose she earned, she gave to me.
I've done what I should,
I took them in sumbission, even though roses won't help me.

In another garden, the secret garden, where I was there,
the boy was dreaming there, mum, your boy was sad.