There is a restless silence On that dial of the clock Causing gentle commotion There is a restless silence On that dial of the clock Causing gentle commo...

This Cinderella won’t be afraid anymore of the clock striking midnight This Cinderella won’t be afraid anymore of the clock striking midnight

He who hands your destiny   He who hands your destiny  

They were roaming here and there with no sense of the harmful times, They were roaming here and there with no sense of the harmful times,

A very random midnight quest found me, Searching water for my parched throat. A very random midnight quest found me, Searching water for my parched throat.

The poet writes about the mental struggles that she undergoes at midnight- myriad thoughts about stu... The poet writes about the mental struggles that she undergoes at midnight- myria...