Someone Else?

When I fell from grace I never realized how deep the flood was around me. A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil, and the water left scars on me. I know now who I am. If only for a while, I recognize the changes. I feel like I did before the magic wore thin and the ³baptism of stains² began They used to say I was nowhere, man, heading down was my destiny. But yesterday, I swear, that was someone else not me. Here I stand at the crossroads edge, afraid to reach out for eternity. One step, when I look down, I see someone else not me. Looking back and I see someone else. All my life they said I was going down, but I¹m still standing, stronger, proud. And today I know there¹s so much more I can be. From where I stand at the crossroads edge there¹s a path leading out to sea. And from somewhere deep in my mind, sirens sing out loud songs of doubt as only they know how. But one glance back reminds, and I see, someone else not me. I keep looking back at someone else ... me ?