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 "baptism
of stains" 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?