In the dark corners of my isolation it became clear to me that I was trapped by the very thought of what I came to be. Trapped inside my disappointment I struggled but couldn't break free. So I was forced to look inside the mirror and this is what I see. I see a song that lacks substance, I see a field of broken dreams. I see a mighty river that runs rampant but turns into a stream. I see the resentment and the frustration that lies within us all. At times I see signs of greatness but in time I'll see the fall. I see that hunter, that mighty hunter who hungers for his prey. At night I see that savage beast who loves and walks away. I see those choices, those foolish choices that put our lives in danger. I see that point when you can lose it all, I see the bullet inside the chamber. You may look at me and see foolish ways, but I see a candle in the wind. I looked at self, lost those foolish days and my wounds begin to mend. My heart begins to prosper my soul begins to soar. The pain stops, the insanity ends, my dreams aren't broken anymore. I realize that strength comes from within, knowledge from where you've been. And once God has taken you through the fire you will never be the same again. So I recognize the power and there's no need to be alarmed. Now I can tell you about the water because I was standing in the storm. The Poetic One "Waking The Dead"