Hidden

But the peace which comes my love
there is no lock on the door
And now you can shut out nothing
let alone the memory of
        the war
Some kind of peace now
one hell of a peace now
All bruised and tattered and sore
as long as it hurts less than the no-peace
you were forever crashing through
before
Because this is your peace now
This is your peace now
and in the end what you will find
is the quiet absence of any power you
once believed built a castle in the sky
hidden in his golden palace in the sky
cringing on the cloud throne
playing blindman's buff with time
his hands reaching for you
his hands reaching for you
but even the unbroken must learn 
how to cry
alone