As you spend your days
Waiting for night,
Life passes you by,
or so they say.
But they don't stay around
To watch the stars,
To see the moon.
They don't really know
That it's always darkest
Before dawn.
They won't ever know
The absolute silence
Of the dead of night
Because they're too busy,
Rushing around,
Being frantic,
Waiting for it to be day,
As they sleep through
The real peace in the world,
They'll never know
What it's like to listen
To absolutely nothing.