Someone Else

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.
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?