His Time of Day

His memory isn't like the others
Not like all the ones you see
He's not kisses in the rain
Or dancing in the street

He's more of a regular occurrence
Like a certain time of day
When the sun's too stubborn to set
And there's not a single spot of shade

My whole existence is exposed
There's no where i can hide
He sees right through my stubbornness
Though all my mind games and pride

I'm blinded by his perfection
Pierced by his eyes
Consumed by his strength
And I'm burning up inside

At his time of day
It's impossible to feel alone
His light fills my soul
And guides my way back home

And damn those times
When i see nothing but him
It's only when i look at another
His light draws me back in

His time of day warms me up
When I've grown much too cold
He's that child-like life in me
That will never grow old

It sure gets lonely at dusk
When I can't see his light
But I know that tomorrow
Like he always does, he'll bring me back to life