Afro Sensei - Wee Hours

One a.m.
No closer to sleeping
Far away from dreaming
We're at the borderline
Time to decide
To love or let die

Good intentions have locked you in a gilded cage
Best bet is to set you free
Another lie I've told myself to stray from the road
That leads to the man I could be

In the wee hours
We find out who we really are
When all the flowers have gone underground
Will we bloom anyhow

Two a.m
Under the balcony you're seated
As rain falls from earth's ceiling
Through gritted teeth and stuttered words
We release ghosts that haunt
Vow not to hold a seance

After much protestation and inner frustration
I see I can't always fix what's wrong
You've come to understand that I'm not the enemy
But a comrade in arms

In the wee hours
We find out who we really are
When all the flowers have gone underground
Will we bloom anyhow

Three a.m.
Stars sparkle the night
Or is that your eyes
You can be still with me
Pour out your thoughts
Like a fine wine

Be the warmth in the other's winters
Be the gardener when spring comes calling
Racing, pacing bracing ourselves for the long mile
I want you at the finish line

In the wee hours
We find out who we really are
When all the flowers have gone underground
We bloom anyhow
In the wee hours
We find out who we really are
When all the flowers have gone underground
We bloom anyhow

Written by:
Kevin Clarkston

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