When I fell from grace I never realized
How deep the flood was around me
A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil
And the water left these scars on me
The chains I wore were mine, dragging me towards my fate
Planned for me long ago
I played by all their rules, went to their right schools
Who was I to question?
They used to say I was nowhere man
Heading down was my destiny
But yesterday I swear that was
Someone else not me
Here I stand at the crossroad’s edge
Afraid to reach out for eternity
One step when I look down
I see someone else, not me
I know now who I am, if only for awhile
I recognize the changes
I feel like I did, before the magic wore thin
And the baptism of stains began
Sacrifice, the always say... is a sign of nobility
But where does one draw the line in the face of injury?
I’m just trying to understand
Standing here at the crossroad’s edge
Looking down at what I used to be
A drowning man, trying to stay afloat
Heavy with the past, but somehow keeping hope
That there’s something more that is seen
But it’s somewhere out of reach
So I keep looking back
Looking back and I see someone else
All my life they said I was going down
But I’m still standing stronger proud
And today I know, there’s so much more I can be
I think I finally understand
From where I stand at the crossroad’s edge
There’s a path leading out to sea
And from somewhere deep in my mind
Sirens sing out loud, songs of doubt, as only they know how
But one glance back reminds and I see
Someone else, not me.
I keep looking back at someone else... me?
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