Open season on interpretations: "Lay me down"

Now lay me down, I shall not weep For wasted dreams of long-lost sheep Thus, every waking ends in sleep And passes on to morning I pray what gods and daemons be To guard my soul inside of me Lest I, unknowing, set it free To follow dreams enslaving For if I sleep, and sleeping, die Who'll tend my soul away from I Will dreams devour while shadows cry If I heed not their warning? So lay me down and bid me wake And should I die, I pray forsake All claim that Hell on my soul stakes And count me worth the saving. NsB "Lay me down"