No more to journey in darkness seeking my end
no more searching for whom I must be…?
so many disguises and lies I have laid with
till nothing I remembered… was me.
Strength born of cowardice, my courage… my fear
my dreams… just a memory to live
for all I have ventured and given so freely
and all I have been asked… to give.
I would give of my all if my all left me wiser
always repeating the same old mistakes
never finding an answer that leaves me no question
but a reason as to why I must hate.
So I have ended my journey of walking in darkness
and the reflection in the mirror is me
no more with disguises or lies I must lay with
I am now whom I wish to be.
