5:27 p.m.

The sand falls at the speed of light
But our feet tread on cement
We sing our songs of blissful delight
Though our mouths are sewn shut from mournful lament

We’ve locked our open doors
Before it was time to have them shut
We’ve drowned in rain as it poured
While we were waiting for the sun

Hiding behind our wall away from crime
Judging eyes no longer stare
We’ll stay here until the end of time
For a chance to escape is no longer there

We’ll kill the hours….
…and wait just as long.