In The Quiet Of The Night In the quiet of the night he reflects on his past Wonders to himself alone, how long, will this memory last? He wonders at this very hour, what she is thinking or doing at this moment Surmises to himself that her thoughts are vacant of him, for she is free, has no such torment He thinks that often time can be like sand through the hourglass Notices that sometimes time will never allow the good time to last Yet torture and torment make a second seem like a year He wishes just once more her voice he be allowed to hear Her thoughts are probably absent of him For in the quiet of the night she peacefully sleeps But there is no such peace for him, his light is dim He silently in the quiet hour softly weeps He knows that he cannot sustain this pain that soon this all will come to an end wonders if tomorrow will redundantly be the same Knows that someday it will change, but he doesn't know when He thinks it will probably be someplace quiet in the night probably in some hotel room while he sits alone He will not struggle or fight his plight When God decides to call him home And as he closes his eyes for the last time On a quiet night his last breath will come just the same And if you listen closely, perhaps you may hear the wind in the pines As he, on a quiet night, softly whispers...her name Copyright � 2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved By Author |
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