For all that I am,
I feel lost. 
Stuck in an endless realm,
Filled with exhaust.

A new road has opened before me,
Yet I do not know where it leads,
A world with happiness carefree,
Or a hell that bleeds.

Searching I always end up at the same place,
A waiting game in my brain,
That offers me no grace,
Only my own endless vain.

But yet I continue.
For all that I am going to be,
Is a future full of dew,
A rain that contains the sacred key,

For me to let go of all that I was,
To start a new journey of resolution,
With the past as my cause,
O it is time for me to escape this overture of ruin.