Through The Night... Poem by I Am Rebel

Through the night things change
By just a whisper, a breath, sigh
For the good and for the bad
Anything can happen
People die, people are born
Days flash by and nobody cares
From one to the next, and nobody realises
Night-shifts, sleeping, sitting up in the dark
And the witching hour arrives
And leaves without us noticing
Silently arriving, silently leaving
Many things happen through the night
And they happen to you