For the first time
In a very long time
I'm back to where I began
The little things
Have become big things
Since seven years have passed
So I've won some
And I've lost some
These memories will never die
The things I've done
And the things I've not
And the things I continue to try
What started out seven years ago
As a life so unknown to me
Throughout this time
I've slowly defined
A great part of my history
Yet, each page as it's been written down
Cannot be changed by man
The pages that have yet to be known
Will be written by my hand
So what will come of this life I live
Or the love of a life I want
What will come of the mistakes I make
Trying to create something I haven't got