The Hour That Stands Still
All Tired
No Rest
Quiet time
As each hour drags on
No time or sleep at all
Stand still
It's quiet again
Just the sound of the cold wind
Leaves start to fall
Then the rain comes
Stormy awake
Then the pain comes
Breathing loud
Yet standing still
Moving around
Then bend their will
It get quiet again!
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