way past midnight
the crickets chirp, evoking the weavers of destiny
to spin 'round my dreams...
way past midnight
the night clock ticks, stealing slumber from the crib
of a grown-up spirit
way past midnight
at the breaking of dawn, the cock brazenly crows
as each thunder rolls
way past midnight
westerly wind blows, comes the pouring of rain
turning the canopy into gray
way past midnight
everything else feigns death save the crickets the chirp
summoning my destiny
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