My own hand was the instrument destruction was imminent the pain of sorrow 

was too much to bear I walked away and you never said a word punishment 

enough I hang my hand I cannot look you in the eye coming chaos engulfs me 

there was no warning it is never too late to start a new breaking the crutch 

of the passive nature I will seize salvation that has eluded my grasp had I 

only listened I was in earshot whispering shouting your ancient wisdom my 

mind changes with every breath I cannot deny this burning sensation that 

comes with understanding do now pass me by that was never your way.