Audioslave

Well it's late in the hour and a few more grains of sand will fall
On the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss
Now I feel the worst is near
I hold them close and count they're years
And pray a ray of light appears
To shine down on us here
Breakdown in the shape of things to come
But I move along like a soldier
And I say now when all is said and done
It's not ours to break, the shape of things to come
There's a crack in the clouds, but only for a moment now
Like an owl looking out, the blue sky spies the roads we will go down
I wonder what they hold for us, I hold my family to my breast
I feel the worst and hope the best will come to see us blessed