Seventh Edge - The Journal
Memories they fade just like
the ink on the pages of my life.
The time has passed for new entries
in this journal that I write.
'cause it's over now.
I think I'm finally ready to just let go.
There's a part I have been hiding.
Part of me I couldn't show...
If I hadn't been myself -
If I had been born somebody else.
Could I get it right this time?
Or, is it safe to say that I
wouldn't make it if I tried?
Would I just be left behind?
You would surely still be blind...
I am captured in a photograph,
a moment I knew couldn't last.
A time when I was something else,
I wish I could go back...
But I'm older now.
Didn't think it then, but now I know.
There's a constant cloud above me
and a pool to drown below.
Nothing can change this life.
Still, I can not rest.
Heretics break this strife.
Silence the blessed.
Seperation is empty.