• The call that comes in darkest sleep,
    Awakens with a fright;
    For 2 am, the silence breaks
    The peaceful calm of night.

    When only moments earlier,
    I dreamt of visions fair;
    Of light and love and happiness;
    ... Till ringing filled the air.

    It beckoned me from deepest sleep,
    And drew me from my daze;
    I shook my head to clear my mind,
    Find focus through this haze.

    "How long has this been ringing?"
    As I reach to find the light;
    I steal a glance toward the clock,
    And now my heart takes flight!

    'Tis many hours before the dawn,
    Yet all should be in bed;
    My loved ones faces fill the night;
    ... My heart is filled with dread.

    I struggle for composure as
    I reach to grab the phone;
    My stomach churns, my heart contracts;
    "Are all my kids at home?"

    I stumble as I grasp the handle,
    Stifle silent screams;
    "Oh God ... please let this phone call
    Be a part of just a dream!"

    My heart is racing, mind's a whirl,
    Receiver's made of lead;
    "Oh, how can this be happening!"
    "Who's on the other end?!"

    Just seconds pass and yet I find
    It's been eternity;
    I raise the phone to panicked ear;
    "Oh please ... don't be for me!"