The Redemption

Only silence is left to echo from within
A conscience on display against the crumbling glass
I’m no longer defined by thoughts that aren’t mine
’Til their vision is pieced together once again
An ever-fading replica commemorating
Buried glory lost to the past
Still, I have grown, reaching to the skies
Breaking through, I’m leaving all of the dead
I’m climbing
I’m growing
I’m climbing
I’m reaching for the throat behind the threat
The walls are coming undone, but I am still inside
And I see horizons I’ve been chasing not far behind
The walls are coming undone, but I’m
Still facing the same stale direction I’ve faced all my life
Only through violence can I redeem these failures of mine
Along this path
I am no longer confined to my weary mind
’Til it sleeps again
And the ever-shrinking cage of self-loathing and of my wasted time
Will bury glory to come
Still, I have grown, reached again to the skies
From shallow graves all beneath, where hope was buried
I’m climbing
I’m growing
I’m climbing
I’m reaching for the noose around my neck
The walls are coming undone, but I am still inside
And I see horizons I’ve been chasing not far behind
The walls are coming undone, but I’m
Still facing the same stale direction I’ve faced all my life