Morning time, 5 AM
The room is cold and pouring rain
Outside makes random notes again

Life can be fun but there's a limit to it
The rain may stop but the sun has to end
When nighttime comes to put us to bed

I have my hour now to spend
Before the quiet is rent
Before traffic ruins this perfect ascent

I've been praying all night and my body is tired
But my heart and my mind are rewired
And I think I'll go for a walk in the cold.