The night has covered the skies
In eternal deceptive disguise
The winds blow the leaves afar
Waiting for the darkest hour
…
Is there a familiar face
In this cruel and haunted place?
Have I left behind a trace
Of shallowness and disgrace?
…
Is there a way out
Of all the confusion and doubt?
Hear me scream and shout
When I don’t know what this is about
…
Should I let the dark frighten me?
Should I just let the nightmares be?
It may be hard now for me to see
But I know the light will set me free
…
Waiting for the darkest hour
To come and reveal who we are
If the truth has flown too far
I’ll bring it back and let it scar
