When all these concrete skies have fallen,
the mass destruction and disarray,
finding answers in which we wish no delay.
Ive come to the conclusion,
the mighty drum that beats the thunder alive,
the mighty hand that feeds the ones who wish to survive.
I have no idea, where i am going, the past is left behind,
this structure i am building, i look above with so much pride.
My hands begin to shake, as i wonder what I've done,
who am i becoming, and what match have i won.
The conclusion lies within the mirror, defining who we see as we look
inside ourselves wishing there was more to being me.

I grasp the cup, and lift it to the air,
take one last drink, and watch as they stare.
The moment you've been waiting for,
the class a admiration...
Death before dishonor,
and a miracle to lead.
If i die today, let these words be let free.
The cup falls to the ground, my essence fades
and i am no longer wearing my crown.

The crowd all around me claps, as i expected,
we only wish to see a spectacle, but once I've heard
a man is more blind than the bat that sinks his teeth in.
Like death approaching my life, even though there not the same.

A wicked memory, and a game we all play.
A journey in the eyes of who created this day.

As i come to the conclusion, the temple is deserted,
as is my mind, forever forgotten but no longer blind.

In the light i reach out, a painful thought,
what if i am wrong, today is the day i must be strong.
A hand grasps mine, as it pulls me into an ocean,
'breathing comes in good time'

As some say, one life ends another begins,
and the secret is unheard of, but i believe in miracles,
the song of sirens leads me in.
One more December,
one more battle to win.
He smiles slyly, and i begin...

One step after another, i begin to swim.
One last memory, before the light dims.

Sweet sweet serenity,
oh i wish there was more to being me.