Other Time of Day

It is late at night or early in the morning
Always seems to be one of those two
Never an inbetween
Or other time of day
It is always in the quiet of night
When I find a moment of silence

There is something shattering all the glass
When awaking hours of the day
The voices singing songs
Words I dont want to know
Words I can't hear sleeping in the night
Words that rush off to work at first break of light
When the glass in the window starts falling out
Winter rolls through the pain
And I become cold

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