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 scars on me.
I know now who I am.
If only for a while,
I recognize the changes.
I feel like I did before the
Magic wore thin and the іbaptism
Of stainsІ began
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 crossroads edge,
Afraid to reach out for eternity.
One step, when I look down,
I see someone else not me.
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.
From where I stand at the crossroads 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 ?