Your Darkest Hour

You stand next to the window
“With the care given a rhyme” was all you said
You turned to go, but then you whispered
“I walk a narrow line inside my head”

Then with every step unsure
You staggered to the door
The pressure caving in
Old resolve tested once more
While you cast a sidelong glance
Your mind begins to dance
Alone in this at last
It was your darkest hour

Your eyes seem so hollow
You don’t recognize my face
Don’t know my name
A teardrop falls next to the window
The pieces fall but who’s to blame?

Then a fevered pitch is reached
Your emotions have been breached
A whirlwind in your head
You see no chance of release
And in one desperate show of power
The waves of fear will devour
Alone in this at last
Your darkest hour

You stand outside the window
The cold sea air surrounds you in the night
So you send your heart over the water
The question wells inside you, were you right?

And like all those times before
Standing at the edge of war
You turn your eyes inside
The window that you’re looking for
While you push my arms away
You don’t hear a word I’m saying to you
Alone in this at last
Your darkest hour