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 stain" 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 (I think I finally understand) 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 I keep looking back at someone else......me?