The Hollow Hour - Echoes Of Reflection

I cleaned the house I swore I’d burn Swept the ash from every turn Hung the crown I forged from pain On a nail that won’t hold weight Morning light through the empty frames But victory tastes the same as shame I won the fight I prayed to win So why does silence settle in? I said - I’m free, I said - I’m strong So why does free still feel so wrong? The door is open, wide and true But I’m still scared to walk on through This is the hollow hour After the towers fall I built my own power But I can’t feel it at all Echoes in the hallway Of the war I was sure I’d won This is the hollow hour When even the brave come undone Shadows chased, they left a stain Power’s here but so is the rain I am the builder, I am the blade But why am I still so afraid? The voice I beat is back in tune Whispering, you won’t be rid of me so soon Not loud, not cruel, just small and near The kind of doubt that sounds sincere I lit the lamp, I kept the vow So why am I on the floor now? The fear it calls, it knows my name It doesn’t shout, it just remains This is the hollow hour After the towers fall I built my own power But I can’t feel it at all Echoes in the hallway Of the war I was sure I’d won This is the hollow hour When even the brave come undone I thought the healing would feel holy Not hollow Not lonely I thought the crown would fit Not slip I’m not broken, I’m inbetween The one I was and what this means Hold on, hold on, just breathe through The hollow is a hallway too This is the hollow hour And I’m still standing tall I built my own power Even when I feel so small Echoes in the hallway Tell me the war is far from done This is the hollow hour Before the friend, before the sun I hear the ringing through the door It must be her I’ve missed before I don’t answer yet, can’t move It rings like a bell calling me home…