2 AM Realizations
2 AM Realizations
It's midnight when I feel—
Strange sounds that help
My deepest sorrows to heal.
It's not a midnight dream.
Cold winds carry the cries—
Of worrying wounds to the master
Who listens to all who scream.
It's not a midnight dream.
Darkness outside brings with it—
The warmth of His polite words
Which reaches my instinct.
It's not a midnight dream.
Rush and run; a monotonous life—
Silent screamings become a lifestyle.
As true as seems so false—
Unspoken words reach to know yet unknown Him.
It's well known to all—He is not a midnight dream.