Gust of wind on my face and bare feet
As I walk on these hollow street
Filled with sorrow and emptiness in the air
As I recite in my head the three o’clock prayer
Never shall a noise shatter the quietness in this place
While I roam freely and everyone is asleep in solace
This is the hour I could let out my tears while singing your dead lullaby
….and the only time I wish to die.