When I from grace I never realized How the flood was around me A man whose was toil was like a kettle left to boil And the left these scars on me
The chains I wore were mine, dragging me towards my Planned for me ago
I played by all their rules, went to their schools
Who was I to
They used to say I was man down was my destiny But yesterday I swear was Else not me
Here I stand at the edge Afraid to reach out for One step I look down I see else, not me
I now who I am, if only for awhile I the changes I feel like I did, the magic wore thin And the of stains began
Sacrifice, the always say... is a of nobility But does one draw the line in the face of injury? I'm just to understand
here at the crossroad's edge Looking at what I used to be A man, trying to stay afloat with the past, but somehow keeping hope That there's something more that is But somewhere out of reach
So I looking back Looking back and I see else
All my life said I was going down But I'm still stronger proud
And I know, there's so much more I can be I think I understand
where I stand at the crossroad's edge There's a leading out to sea And from somewhere in my mind Sirens out loud, songs of doubt, as only they know how But one glance back and I see Else, not me.
I looking back at Someone Else... me?