| I once thought I had it all, everything I’d ever need |
| Was right here at my feet |
| Maybe it’s a sign, a mirror of shining hope? |
| All the reflections in the water tell a different story |
| Could you walk a mile in my shoes? |
| Or cross the bridges that I’ve straggled along? |
| When the odds are stacked so high on you |
| would you have the strength to see it through? |
| Now is the time to read between the lines |
| To see out far in horizons beyond all God’s known glory. |
| Left with open wounds, it’s made a man out of me |
| The only calling to arms for me is the beckoning quest to defeat myself |
| Submission to my demons is a relief from the pain that you cause me |
| A shotgun to the back of the head is the only alternative (that I have) |
| Please don’t leave me with my mind |
| Won’t you save us from ourselves? |
| Denial hinders foundations to build |
| And when we’re incomplete, vital signs seem to fade away |
| The meaning to live, to breath has gone against all I have willed |
| Maybe it’s a sign, a mirror of shining hope? |
| All the reflections in the water tell a different story |
| They speak to me on levels far beyond unknown |
| But none have meaning, guess I’ll have to work it out alone |
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