It is midnight once more, I have to close the doors-
and the cold wind behind me,
It’s time to put this to rest,
the fountain has run dry,
my eyes are aching for sleep;

there is so much work to do,
so much to learn from being stoic,
even when you are crumbling,
because it is the way things are,
and how things should be;

it is midnight once more,
the doors are closed,
the cold wind is gone,
there is peace in silence.