I fought my demons again
A rock in the ocean, the water's spin
And the waves crash down, but the stone's not moving.
I said it'd be different this time
But time's telling tales and I slowly find
It's the same lessons learned through a brand new storyline.
When I was a child, young and free,
I could look to the sky, I could look to the sea,
And smile with assurance and honest sincerity.
Now I'm wracked with my own disbelief,
So I think and rethink with a bottle of ink,
But the cork fell far and Eden sank to grief.
Oh, no! It's bound to break my bones!
I've never seen a newer scene than where I've always roamed.
My father told me a dream
Where everything was certain, it was all as it seemed
But the lines faded grey and he called it "waking."
So I asked, "What is being a man?"
He looked sideways, sighed slowly and folded his hands,
He said, "It's knowing when to stand and when to understand."
Oh, no! It's bound to break my bones!
I've never seen a newer scene than where I've always roamed.
"Oh, so what if they break?" He spoke.
"Then you're bound to see what you're meant to be. We break and then we grow."