Four O'Clock
Four o'clock in the morning,
and all is well.
It takes the dark to light up hell.
He holds a memento and smiles.
He looks to the ceiling to pray.
Uses a hand to push back a curtain,
to measure the sky of a new day.
A sip of water seems to help,
but won't send him on his way.
Four o'clock and all is well,
but all is not okay.