When I fell grace I never realized How deep the flood was me A man whose life was toil was a kettle left to boil And the left these scars on me
The I wore were mine, dragging me towards my fate for me long ago
I played by all their rules, went to right schools
Who was I to
They to say I was nowhere man Heading down was my But yesterday I that was Else not me
Here I at the crossroad's edge Afraid to reach out for One step when I 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 stains
Sacrifice, the always say... is a sign of But does one draw the line in the face of injury? I'm trying to understand
here at the crossroad's edge Looking down at 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 it's out of reach
So I looking back Looking back and I see else
All my life they I was going down But I'm still standing proud
And I know, there's so much more I can be I think I finally
From where I stand at the crossroad's There's a path out to sea And somewhere deep in my mind Sirens sing out loud, songs of doubt, as they know how But one glance back and I see Else, not me.
I keep looking back at Else... me?