At 2 a.m. our thoughts are often much heavier than our eye lids.
At 2 a.m. our souls are wide awake and our bodies long for sleep.
At 2 a.m. our prayers may seem unanswered and we start to wonder why.
At 2 a.m. our imaginations run wild as we lay there silent and still.
At 2 a.m. our loneliness seems unbearable, but trust me it is not.
At 2 a.m. our world is dark, but a beacon of hope is there.
At 2 a.m. our hope is full of craters, creating waves and turning tides.
At 2 a.m. our hope is sometimes just a sliver yet other times it is full.
At 2 a.m. our minds are becoming rampant and the loneliness will set in soon.
At 2 a.m. our hope is the moon.