I am a myriad of uncertainty
Basking in sorrow's pain
Awash in your limelight
I have nothing more to gain
I stand and dust you off
Limping with a beaten soldier's gait
What a simpering fool I was
They say it's never too late
Never too late to walk away
To tread a mile more
Never too late to search this hall
They say there is a hidden door
A door that hides many things
A future, a life, a dream
Sounds too good to be true
Is it really what it seems
I await the day you are really gone
Then your face, I shall never see
It is too late to unwind the clock
And relive what can never be
