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I see the old year slip away--

A candle fading in the night--

With every death I find a way

A new beginning to ignite.



I leave behind all that I own,

All the illusions of my youth,

Taking this journey all alone

To open the gates of truth.



There is no turning back for me,

I've left the ghosts of the past--

Condemned forever to the sea

Like an eternal outcast.



The moon dissolves inside my veins,

As stars descend upon my eyes,

And in the music of the rain,

I float in the evening sky.





December 21, 2003