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 weatheredmuch 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 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 passed it all 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 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