it flashes before my eyes like a neon sign visions of everything in life that could ever be and every word rips inward back through time reflections living still a burrow of possibility calling back for reinforcements but no one arrives no retreat from the finite waging forward forever i m alive and it feels like so much always hanging over me the weight of the world descending as i struggle underneath and it feels like so much always hanging over me i just need to know that i m not down here alone and on this hill i ll make my stand for the hour is close at hand this is the moment this is the time and with each heartbeat lives a chance but the hour so close at hand defines in a moment a purpose to life i am the sentinel i am the sentinel each action carried out lives on for an eternity it ripples across a pool of scattered light where every choice is cloaked in moments of uncertainty if you look within you ll see the monsters hiding deep inside your own life and it feels like so much always hanging over me the weight of the world descending as i struggle underneath and it feels like so much always hanging over me i just need to know that i m not down here alone and on this hill i ll make my stand for the hour is close at hand this is the moment this is the time and with each heartbeat lives a chance but the hour so close at hand defines in a moment a purpose to life and on this hill i ll make my stand for the hour is close at hand this is the moment this is the time and with each heartbeat lives a chance but the hour so close at hand defines in a moment a purpose to life and on this hill i ll make my stand for the hour is close at hand this is the moment this is the time and with each heartbeat lives a chance but the hour so close at hand defines in a moment a purpose to life