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 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 I'm Still Standing,

Stronger, Proud.

And Today I Know There's

So Much More I Can Be.



From Where I Stand At The Crossroads 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?