12 AM a time of quiet
No one stirs, no one speaks
The first hour of the day,
Today becomes tomorrow
And no one’s aware

12 AM some people sleep
But some people are restless,
Unable to sleep

Some are chained to the tears of heartbreak
Or held hostage by the demons in their head
Try and try as they might, they will be prisoners of darkness and sorrow
In the night

Some are too excited to sleep
A moment of pleasure,
A moment to remember
It comes closer as each hour passes
As the day of the event finally comes

12 AM, the hour of rest, sorrow and excitement
The first hour of the day,
The hour of emotions or the hour of sleep