Cinder

Four o'clock this morning
That familiar noise
End of bedtime stories
I've put away my toys
I'm not afraid of shadows
Don't look under the bed
Headlights on the ceiling
Are passing by instead
And now I sit here crying
And I'm trying to be strong
Now that daddy's gone
Four o'clock this morning
Close the window blinds
I don't believe my brother
That you left us all behind
So where were you this evening
Dinner's empty chair
Mommy stared in silence
Daddy, don't you care