[Words: Dennis Cornelius, Steve Branagan]



Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends

From the sight of it, I hold back always waiting

Every aspect, every possible point of view you can fathom



My unavoidable destiny

The human idiosyncrasy

It is exigent that I must deviate

From this fear of unimaginable pain



At the crossroads I seem to take wrong turns

Perfect hindsight reveals the true route

If I can learn from the past, can I become

The individual I aspire to be?



Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends

From the sight of it, I hold back always waiting

I can continue to put off life, but how long will

It wait for me?