My own hand was the instrument destruction was imminent the pain of sorrow

was too much to bear I walked away and you never said a word punishment

enough I hang my hand I cannot look you in the eye coming chaos engulfs me

there was no warning it is never too late to start a new breaking the crutch

of the passive nature I will seize salvation that has eluded my grasp had I

only listened I was in earshot whispering shouting your ancient wisdom my

mind changes with every breath I cannot deny this burning sensation that

comes with understanding do now pass me by that was never your way.