I stand entranced at what I've done,
At the regrets I can't outrun.
I've built a palace of a life,
And stabbed it with a broken knife.
I've watched that puncture slowly grow,
And rust across that brilliant glow.
So opposite from what I'd planned,
To hold that beauty in my hand,
And never let it disappear,
Or change to that which, I now fear.
The only light that I have left,
Is shining through that hole
(It seems ironic my mistakes,
Could captivate my soul).
Its' golden warmth is sweet relief,
Its' passion feels beyond belief.
So now I'll leave this life behind,
And see what else there is to find,
Beyond these walls that stood, so strong,
Beyond where I do not belong,
Beyond what love I've held so long,
Beyond the ending of this song.