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.
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