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.