I watch an hour hold its breath And wait to let it out Hands slowed by an unseen force As they travel across the clocks face These dark days feed me With a hunger for warmth and light A feeling that can only leave me Chasing rainbows in between clouds.
Another day, a little more hope See what happens given enough rope Waiting for the longest drop When darkness stops my ticking clock Nobody has called my name Not even a candle to light the way For my fate I stand in line My daily bread still leaves me starving
Just when it couldn't get any worse Suddenly the heavens opened Making rivers of all my sorrows. Soon all at sea without a float I will sink with the sun in the west Setting fire to the sky As though God has taken my anger And made it beautiful.
I wrote this when I was a teenager, full of the usual angst felt at that age but I thought it struck a chord with me now.