Midnight

It’s the moment that marks an end and at the same time a beginning If yesterday found you a loser, today you might be winning Every second until now may not have turned out to be just right But you can start it all all over again at the stroke of midnight In the cloak of her darkness, in the shadows of her moon In anticipation of a new day that arrives none too soon In the passing of the old day and the arrival of the next The hour that is midnight is the hour I love best While you sleep away this moment, unaware of her return I stay awake so I can ponder all the lessons that I have learned Yesterday’s troubles stay behind while I await the new day’s light And thank the stars above for sharing with me a new midnight