Someone Else ?

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.
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 Im still standing,
stronger, proud.
And today I know theres
so much more I can be.
From where I stand at the crossroads edge
theres 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 ?