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In The Quiet Of The Night
In the quiet of the night he reflects on his past
Wonders to himself alone, how long, will this memory last?
He wonders at this very hour, what she is thinking or doing at this moment
Surmises to himself that her thoughts are vacant of him, for she is free, has no such torment
He thinks that often time can be like sand through the hourglass
Notices that sometimes time will never allow the good time to last
Yet torture and torment make a second seem like a year
He wishes just once more her voice he be allowed to hear
Her thoughts are probably absent of him
For in the quiet of the night she peacefully sleeps
But there is no such peace for him, his light is dim
He silently in the quiet hour softly weeps
He knows that he cannot sustain this pain
that soon this all will come to an end
wonders if tomorrow will redundantly be the same
Knows that someday it will change, but he doesn't know when
He thinks it will probably be someplace quiet in the night
probably in some hotel room while he sits alone
He will not struggle or fight his plight
When God decides to call him home
And as he closes his eyes for the last time
On a quiet night his last breath will come just the same
And if you listen closely, perhaps you may hear the wind in the pines
As he, on a quiet night, softly whispers...her name
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks
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