Four Am Event

In the dark, in the silence, clearly, I hear a young woman singing. Turning to the warm form next to me, I know it's not her. Stumbling down a darkened hallway, could it be a son whose voice hasn't changed? I hesitate by a lost daughter's door, could she have come back in the night? The song is of hope, the song is of dawn's expectations. In the dark, in the silence, clearly, I hear a young woman singing.