Finally I return with a new perspective
But what I came to realise nothing will change
these souls still float and the clouds don't part
I tested myself and I survived
the leader of a lonely parade
Do I set myself a path
Experience is the name we give our mistakes
My lungs fill with a new hope
the sense of uncertainty
a clouded year of victory
comprimising misery
Wash away my regrets
like blood from my cuts
use it to purify the weak and to wake the fallen
The air is cold here
the streets still empty