When The Hour Ends

Sing me to bed,

Make me fall asleep

And wake me up again----

When this hour ends.

This hour is of darkness,

Of sadness, of gloom,

Where life is just breathing

And thus no flower blooms.

This hour is my life---

Filled with sorrows and misery,

Where hour is not time

But failures my treasury.

The dawning sun of this hour,

Has got stuck within the clouds

And the night sky is darker

And no star shines today.

Waiting long for the sun to rise

Now it's cold and I am tired.

Snaky snowflakes crawl all around

I feel colder and mired.

This hour all efforts go rejected,

Dreams are blurred----

And I feel dejected.

Still, the sun is down.

Wishes are broken

To be wished and smashed again,

Oaths are taken,

Just to give you pain.

Spirit is lowered,

Fire is subdued.

Failures are showered--

This hour is too rude.

My heart's screaming quivers the

Silent cord of a person who is dumb.

My needs are voiced

Through his voice which is numb.

I am heard but left unheard

By Almighty; I have this wish

To live, to love, and to succeed

Will he ever pay heed?

Thus I pray to Him--

Sing me to bed

Make me fall asleep

And wake me up again

When my hour ends.