I whisper in a dead man’s ear,
The things that I have done,
The places I have been to,
and the races I have run.
The fires I have started,
and the bridges burned away,
The lost and the forgotten,
That still haunt me here today.
The scars that I’ve acquired,
That now tell me who I am,
The lives that I have tortured,
and the souls that I have damned.
The depths that I had fallen to,
The pits where I did dwell,
The pain that I had overcome,
Within my self made hell.
I told him of the catacombs,
That exist within my mind,
Darkened corridors of doubt,
That have haunted me through time.
I spoke of those who did me wrong,
and the vengeance that I took,
Of those who tried to stand beside,
All too often overlooked.
Then when I finished talking,
I bowed down my head to pray,
I laid my burdens in his hands,
As I slowly walked away.
I heard his voice inside my head,
The words echoed in my heart,
Each day is a new beginning,
Let this one be your start.
