I woke up one day,
and didn't know whence I came.
I looked back one day,
and nothing spoke my name.

I saw myself from afar,
and could [bad word] 
I felt a throbbing scar,
and knew it would never mend.

I beheld the path behind me,
and the weeds were growing tall.
I looked where my footsteps should be,
but there was nothing there at all.

I knelt down without a sound,
feeling the emptiness inside.
I buried my face in the ground,
screaming silently to stem the tide.

I will cry out into the night,
and let my anguish die away.
I will [bad word] my agony aside,
to prepare for a new day.

in this moment my strength failed,
I was falling through the ground.
in the distance my soul wailed,
all my parts became unbound.

in this moment I felt strong,
I could see me inside out.
and my soul it came along,
so effacing my pitch-dark bout.

I cried for what was not meant to be,
a last tribute to lost dreams.
I had to leave behind my effigy,
and with it bury all my screams.

I turned around and looked straight on,
aware of the crossroads up ahead.
I felt my fear the first time gone,
and saw a future for me to tread.

I will cry out into the night,
and let my anguish die away.
I will [bad word] my agony aside,
to prepare for a new day.