Kings and Crowns

Sometimes I can't sleep
and it's during those fragile moments
that I find myself counting sheep
and sins I may have committed

I ask for forgiveness naturally
but wonder if forgiveness
will naturally find me
somewhere down the road

Or maybe it already has?
Hidden at the bottom of the bottle
after the night breaks and the booze
are washed away without remorse

Sometimes I can't think
and its during those solitary moments
that I find myself painting the skyline
with a vision meant for kings and crowns