In the shadows, not of this time, Lurk the demons who's eyes meet mine Smell of Danger, the feel of fear, Voice of passion screams in my ear. I am held captive by the longing to be free. I have been blinded to what I chose not to see. I still listen though no one ever said a word, And in the end it's my own voice that I have heard. Am I too old or am I just too scared to see Just how much living I still have ahead of me. The trials of my life have brought me here today, And in my wake there's more triumph than I can say. But still I felt that I had failed at all I'd done, For nothing fit the plan that I held when I'd begun. Now I can see clearly that all I've failed to do Was abandon all my old useless points of view. If this life's a failure then I don't understand What passes for success in this deluded land. The story of my life is quite the tale to tell, I've flown on angels wings and crawled the depths of hell. I've cried tears of sorrow but in joy I've shed more. I've won the battles but I've never fought the war! As I sit in silence and ponder all I've done, I come to realize that I've only just begun. |
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