It seems this low hum comes haunting again,
a soft and mad lullaby I miss now and then;
overture of sound pounding through sleepy tears,
as I can only cry: "Why is this all I hear?"

Whispers in the music ***** a nerve in my head
as I lie wide awake taking count of what's said:
it's hard to explain pain caused by just words,
so I try but I shake, aching and stirred.

As the new day is here, fear is all that I feel,
and what I pretend bends and breaks from what's real;
and everything I remember: relief, grief, and shame
started to end when that low hum came.

I'll relive the memory every time it's deserved,
it will leave my mind numb from being unnerved;
but then that mad lullaby I miss now and then,
that soft, low hum comes and I sleep once again.