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?