These Late hours

It's during these late hours I think of what could be ours My life,love could all be yours our memories in endless tours It is during these times I recall an alibi in my crimes a conveyer in my silly dimes and a good gardener of my thymes It is During these tough nights I remember the many plights we fought our way through knights skin to skin counting our rites Sadly these late hours Shine in the darkest towers and fall in millions of Showers and falk short of faith as giaours