The fourth hour is upon me,
and I'm still waiting a theme
That holds a future,
and for me to nurture
I stand in-front of an open door,
Waiting for her to go to my floor
But she rather look backward,
to see if it is awkward
As I embark the fourth hour,
I saw a beautiful flower
It's beauty lured me into the light,
and let me fly away from the night
The door is still open,
but her heart is in burden
She still looks behind,
she lets her mind unwind
Is she willing to enter?
or she just want to be alone
I embark the fourth hour,
waiting for her to enter
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