In the darkness of a night so still
I hear the distant call of a whippoorwill.
The darkness brings memories to me in black.
The hateful words echo and can't be taken back.
The shadows of past pain and strife
Cut deep within like a two edge knife.
All the hurt and pain of tears gone by
Haunt me again and just won't die.
The whippoorwill's call seems endless.
In the darkness it's so needless.
Finally, the whippoorwill I cease to hear,
Along with the shadow of yesterday's fear.
The clouds have passed from the full moon's light.
I now can rest knowing He will make things right.