Homendo I call it anymore?nA few days to see what's passednMy old room feels a little smallernhave I ever really left?nnSame old faces, dead end placesnhad to make a break run freenMy conscience won't leave each rock alonenbound to find a casualtynnIt's all coming back to menShips set sail to far off placesnTides have turnednthe time has blown apartnTies are broken, words unspokennnSeasons of sorrownI never thought that time could heal the painnnAlonendown these weathered city streetsnto the springtime of my lifenLike a first day of schoolnPictures from the mind's archivesnnHiding places, cold embracesnhave to make the break run freenThe music is mine alone to facenVirtue is my remedynnIt's all coming back to menThis time I know I can face itnn'Cause I have grownnharmony within my reachnMind is open, voice outspokennnSeasons of sorrownNo more fear, time can heal the painnBetter tomorrownNo more tears, dawn after the rainnnHidden from the world to seenThe bridge is burned, the map outdatednI'll set a course, trade asylum for the seanMind is open, voice outspoken