It's getting late
And I don't even know what's next
Is it time or is it trance,
Is it anxiety or despair?

Tomorrow, the sun will rise again
Over questions
Tomorrow, the stars will shine again
Over thoughts of relief
That we all expect

Will rise again!
Will shine again!

Perhaps for one of us it's getting late.
The sun has set,
But it won't rise again for them.

My pencil shakes,
A smile appears in my face,
There are maybe tears in her space.