The darkest hour is when
You find yourself in a maze,
Running in circles, going nowhere
And no matter how hard you try,
You walk but you are always there
Where fears gloom and black roses
Bloom in despair.
You can’t breathe,
There is no air.

The darkest hour is when you are
Feeling so lonely and so small.
There is nobody you can call.
There is nothing you can do
But wipe your own tears and
Wait for a clue.

The darkest hour is when you
Have to bear the burden.
And something deep inside dies
While your soul gets lost among
The flowers and the butterflies;

The darkest hour is when you
Have to wait and wait for Godot
And has nowhere to go.
The darkest hour is when you
Leave me here helplessly
With everything to care when
This cross you should with me share.

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