Borrowed Hours
Cries in the night
Echoing through the trees
Whispers carried by the wind
Men sit searching for reason
Thumbing through ancient stories
And borrowed hours
Longing
Conjuring feelings of relevance
Trying to rationalize
The feeling of impotence
Of being a man
The moon comes but once a year
While tears fill the heart
Of the restless soul.
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