My own hand was the instrument destruction was imminent the pain of sorrow
was too much to bear i walked away and you never said a word punishment
enough i hang my hand i cannot look you in the eye coming chaos engulfs me
there was no warning it is never too late to start a new breaking the crutch
of the passive nature i will seize salvation that has eluded my grasp had i
only listened i was in earshot whispering shouting your ancient wisdom my
mind changes with every breath i cannot deny this burning sensation that
comes with understanding do now pass me by that was never your way.