In all the years that I have lived,

I never will forget

the seeds that they have planted

and the tears that we have shed.



My soul will always shadow

the trails it has before.

There won't be any pain this time,

because there's nothing more.



This broken mirror casts

the sight of me away,

but I don't care because I know

I'll find my way out today.



There is no better reason

than the one I'm giving you.

It doesn't really mean much,

but it just might pull me through.



Every path I've taken

has always led me here,

and though I should be glad

this is always what I fear.



And because this thing i dying,

I crawl out of the decay.

I have no other purpose,

I'm finding my way out today.