In the empty hours
Through the hollowed night
Thick with loss of a different kind
Foreign ghosts speaking in tongues of old
Passing through silence that covers you
Bearing witness to quiet tears
When life is just beyond
And gentle hands too far to reach
You let go
For a moment

In the empty hours
Through the hollowed night
Thick with loss too much to bear
When time is silent
And Loneliness wraps her arms around you
Your troubled heart will break
A million pieces of you drifting
A constellation, perhaps?
Solace for the desolate
And in the midnight hour
It begins again