Seguir respirando, porque mañana sale el sol y no sabe lo que nos traerá la marea.
- El naúfrago.
Y ai' les dejo una rola y la promesa de un ensayo sobre la pornografía, un mínimo tratado de estéstica y dos nuevas tiras. Nomás dejen que me encuentre porque no recuerdo dónde me dejé.
Cualquier pista será recompensada.
SOMEONE ELSE?
Music by: Chris DeGarmo, Lyrics by: Geoff Tate
When I fell from grace
I never realized
how deep the flood was around me.
A man whose life was toil
was like a kettle left to boil,
and the water left scars on me.
I know now who I am.
If only for a while,
I recognize the changes.
I feel like I did before the
magic wore thin and the "baptism
of stains" began.
They used to say I was
nowhere, man,
heading down
was my destiny.
But yesterday, I swear,
that was someone else not me.
Here I stand at the crossroads edge,
afraid to reach out for eternity,
One step, when I look down,
I see someone else not me.
Looking back and I seesomeone else.
All my life they said Iwas going down,
but I'm still standing,stronger, proud.
And today I know there's
so much more I can be.
From where I stand at the crossroads edge,
there's a path leading out to sea.
And from somewheredeep in my mind,
sirens sing out loudsongs of doubt
as only they know how.
But one glance back reminds, and I see,
someone else not me.
I keep looking back
at someone else... me?
