Sometimes in the early hours

When we cannot sleep

Our thoughts may turn to things

That make our eyes weep

Sometimes in those moments

When thoughts run through our head

We ponder on what happened

Things done, thought and said

Perhaps we may have

Somewhere deep inside

Something that may feel broken

Which we choose to hide

It's in the early hours

That maybe we reflect

Of places we have been

And of people met

It's not what happens

That defines us

It's how we deal with it

And emotionally heal

That makes us who we are now