As I lie awake and contemplate,
I always wonder if it's too late.
I think of what would happen if I go back in time,
And finally take what is rightfully mine.
As I lay and watch the shadows grow,
I start to wonder if they know.
As I watch the world go by,
I wonder if anyone has seen me cry.
As I see the light of the rising sun,
There's one shadow that has finally come.
As I lie here for my final night,
I wonder if I'll finally see the light.
