Soon to be but ash to blow on the winds of change
Is this fortune found or simply fortune's ender?
Should I recreate myself or stay the same?
So I search for redemption while damnation takes hold
All the while praying for something
- or maybe nothing - or everything to let me know
Like ships I sail toward endless, blank horizons
My cautions tendencies erased by the thrill I find
Can peace be found or am I simply wandering?
I feel I've crawled through my whole life to find the starting line
So I search for the answers to the things I've always known
All the while praying for something
- or maybe nothing - or everything to let me know
And I reach for redemption while damnation takes hold
All the while screaming for something
- or maybe nothing - or everything to let me go
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