The Darkest Hour

THE DARKEST HOUR - Written by Carroll Bryant

Time has a way to travel each day

And lead someone astray

That someone is me and now I can see

What it is that is to be

For the most part I know that a love can grow

But sometimes it just lays low

I am at my best when my head is at rest

At night, I never fail the test

But life has the power to surely devour

All of my strength in my darkest hour

So goodbye to the flower

And a journey that was sour

And hello to ... my darkest hour

( Peek-a-boo, I can see you .... )