My Finest Hour

With much plight, I rose to full height
Matching a hero the atramentous sky
Beating down and I was too proud
To admit that all I had gained was a mess of dilemmas
And I would not call this an encore
T'was a brand new stage!

Throw your pigeons a pie
This is my finest hour!
Though you saw my return
You didn't see I'm no coward

On my side, I noticed a dial
No numbers or indication for sleight
Of my hand
The way had been sealed from the inside
The outside was weathered, much like myself
So I poked and prodded its nature
For the story it'd tell

Throw your pigeons a pie
This is my finest hour!
Though you saw my return
You didn't see I'm no coward
With a heart opened wide
And a soul turning outward
There was nothing to change
Not in my finest hour

And I reckon I'm cured
So I sound out a hearty "Hallelujah!"
For the world looks so much more perfect through less sensitive eyes

I read this on a paper that could represent my life
At first, I deemed it hostile for I only saw in one dimension
It's overwhelming just to think I was so blind
The answers I've been searching for are already here if I'd just look around!
Open the coffins I pretend are eyelids and stare!
They're already here
And I saw past it all in disbelief
Oh!
In disbelief

Then my soul felt light as a feather
And your waves had ushered my return
That saline air I breathed brought memories of your shore
So I poked and prodded your nature
For the story you'd been trying to tell me
It was written in stardust, but I was too prideful to see!
Ha-ha!

Throw your pigeons a pie
This is my finest hour!
Though you saw my return
You didn't see I'm no coward
With a heart opened wide
And a soul turning outward
There was nothing to change
Not in my finest hour
Not in my finest hour
This is my finest hour!
Oh no!