I turn inside of myself — look back into my past —
into nothing — the best time in life — barely present
I wish I could go back — tell that little nice boy
to be stronger — to be brave
but I can’t — he had his chance
I burn — scream — I despair on (3)
these thoughts of the past
I realize that I had barely lived
but just existed — it’s too late now
and my thoughts feed on this grief — the grief
creates tears that burn my skin
unable to ease the pain — I float in hoplessness
for the time is gone and the boy is a man now
the end — a beginning for everything flows and
we live to change — live to learn
the future’s still open and to be lived like
the past has been wasted
with hope in my heart I look forward
