Four in the Morning

It’s four o’clock in the morning
 
I find myself wide-awake
 
I close my eyes and try to sleep,
 
But it seems such impossibility.
 
 
 
The chronic insomnia leads my mind to betray me
 
My thoughts drift inwardly to you
 
I thought I escaped this,
 
I prayed that I would never see this place again.
 
 
 
It’s been years, but now I feel as though
 
I’m right back to where I’ve started.
 
 
 
Four o’clock in the morning and the music is on
 
And yet all I can think about is the love we shared.
 
It was the kind that lifts up my spirits,
 
The best kind of love,
 
But it was shattered on a cold winter day
 
Never to be heard from again.
 
 
 
And ever time I try and bring it back,
 
It becomes lost in yet another dimension of reality.