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