The day has gone, the night has come
The halls lie deathly still.
Till morning wake, and silence take
these empty rooms to fill.
Alone I stay, amid the fray
of day long passed by.
While others sleep
a duty I keep, to clean these empty halls.
Every floor, every window
every empty stall.
I've seen them twice, three times
a thousand, I cannot recall.
Cyclical in nature, yet certain as can be,
A habit and a duty to the keeper of the key.
