Here i come, again.

Another new composition, about a person who is very insecure with his choices in life. He is unsure of what he should do; go forward with his life, or turn back, and undo all the big mistakes he has made.

"Here I come, again"

Thinking of moments from the past,

With hopes devoid, and maturity passed;

I wish I could make those memories last,

Just this once again.

Yet, what has gone is in a sepia tone,

So i'll keep walking this path alone;

Into a life that is trouble prone,

But is worth the pain.

So,

Through words unsaid;

And things undone,

Here I come.

Here I come, again.

To a crimson road,

Beneath the sun;

Here i come.

Here I come, again.

. . . 

I'm having dreams I don't understand.

And I feel my faith slip from my hand,

The world around, seems engraved in sand;

Disappearing grain-by-grain.

My head is confused, heart's in dismay;

And though life seems to be in slow decay,

I'll have to move on, come what may;

Without regret or refrain.

So,

Through words unsaid;

And things undone,

Here I come.

Here I come, again.

To a crimson road,

Beneath the sun;

Here i come.

Here I come, again.

. . .

Salvation beckons;

But repentance burns.

So, here i come;

Here i come, again...

. . .