In The Lonely Hour

In the lonely hour,

I lost him and I found myself.

I rummage through a collection of joy, sorrow, doubt and rage—all pressed into one cramped commotion.

In the lonely hour,

I fight my demons and the perplexity inside my head.

Exasperation evaporates into thin air, leaving me in a soulful abyss.

In the lonely hour,

I come to a realization that the darkness may have taken my soul prisoned for years,

But there is always a way to find the light in the midst of a pitch black tunnel.

In the lonely hour,

We will be okay.