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Now I look back on all I have lived

At all I have taken from those who would give.

Never a thought to those I passed by.

I could’ve helped them, but I wouldn’t try.

My sins not of murder or theft in the night.

But more in my arrogance, sure I was right.

Never a hand would I lift in attack.

But neither would I offer my helping hand.

I hide in the twilight

My breath frosts the glass

I look in on the future

I’m trapped in the past.

My own lack of vision

My version of hell.

It’s all that I learned

There’s no more to tell

No one grieves for you when all sins return.

I’ve lived at a distance, kept my life at bay.

I showed no emotion because it wasn’t my way.

Those few touched me and those I cast aside.

I run from my sins but they find me each night.

Between whom I should be and the man that I became.

A vast chasm stretches my sins are to blame

Sense of fear is forever my friend.

Winds of time pass and I stare looking back.