The 11th Hour

Hey little sister do you know what time it was

When you finally seen all your broken dreams

Come crashing down your door

They demand an answer and they demand it quick

Or the questions fade and the wasted days

Come crawling back for more

Do you know where the power lies? And who pulls the strings

Do you know where the power lies it starts and ends with you

The face of isolation

Well that's one you recognize

Well you can't get straight

It's a lonely place and

It's one you do despise

Boredom is for sale now

And helplessness you feel

It's a wounded dove and the hawks are above

Blood splattered on a reel to reel

I was almost over my world was almost gone

In a sudden rush I could almost touch the

Things that I'd done wrong

My jungle's made of concrete

Through silence I could feel

My aim is true I will walk on through

These mountains made of steel.