| I thought in the end I had found a home
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| But it was all just an illusion
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| I thought this was where I would not be alone
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| Instead it plunged me deep into confusion
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| I thought there was always something to condone
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| But in the end I saw it would not work out
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| I considered those gloomy times to be gone
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| But now they were back, so beyond a doubt
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| I can feel all the barriers torn down
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| And all my thoughts, they feel so light and free
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| All the baggage that died with my last frown
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| To make way for a second reality
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| I can feel so much that has gone away
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| With that darkness no more a part of me
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| All the things I thought forced me to stay
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| Now forgotten with a past reality
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| I can feel it die away without sound
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| Like a fading image of a past me
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| With no place in the freedom I have found
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| Living in this second reality
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| But I need to leave my place below deck
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| So long have I felt it is long past twelve
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| When I need to turn and never look back
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| To go where I can just be myself
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| I know somewhere I skidded off the track
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| But I just could not see clearly back then
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| I need to leave behind all that slack
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| And find out once more who I really am |