I fell asleep one dreary day,
I lost my will, I lost my way,
I ran from all I ever knew,
And feared the call I was supposed to pursue.

I drank from wells set on fire
And filled my voids with unholy desires.
I dressed the part to play the role
And slowly began to lose my soul.

But, when you’re down,
And shadows grow,
And you finally have nowhere else to go,
The only way to rise again,
Is from the power of an eternal friend.

Many leave when you’re at your worst,
When your hearts so heavy, it’s about to burst,
And when many people claim so many titles,
Their efforts are futile, and their time is idle,
Their promises bleed through incisions,
For they can’t possibly understand the mission.

Battles have been the hardest at times,
And memories have played with my mind,
But, I keep marching like any good soldier would,
Even though most of the time I am misunderstood.
I keep on fighting the forces and the fears,
Knowing one day, that I’ll shed a tear.

I keep on giving it my best even when it’s not enough.
For when the waves get too rough,
I keep on believing that one magnificent day.
I’ll see true glory wash away my yesterdays.
I keep on believing that one marvellous day,
I will see the gates of my destiny,

And I’ll be able to make my testimony.
But I swear I’m no phony,
And while I believe in a higher power,
I don’t believe it’s someone who should make me cower.

The higher power is myself,
So, I delve,
Delve deep, and figure out who I want to be,
Because the only one I have to impress is me.