Every morning around 4
I hear loud and clear
The sweet number
As I snuggle under my cover
Who is she that sings life
After a dark and dead night
I feel connected to this melody
In the socially distanced world
Its best to leave joys unquestioned
Pursuits cannot have great returns
I learn the vocalist is a he, pouring his heart out
Proactively yours, to strike a chord
The delight is lost with the identity
Sweet strain turns a war cry
Grace gives way to arrogance
I feel the song no more
