| The walls of my youth, My innocence, Come tumbling down, Around me. The pictures of naïveté, Of innocence, Have long since faded, Into who I am. The ghosts of my past, My mistakes, Are always fresh, To help me move on. The sunrise of my horizons, My future, Slowly slip into view, Giving me a light to follow. The walls, the pictures, The ghosts, the sunrise, My past, my present, my future... My life. |