I don't think I've the answers to a billion and ten questions that have yet to be asked..

I'm a brave soul.
For conquering that road.
For, changing the minds of the old.
For, loosening my chains, and just soaring.

I used to to be surrounded by the waves of time.
And now all I am guided by, are the memories of my time...
Ticking, every now and then, to a beat in my head.

Oh, I was once a brave soul,
Who traveled down a cold bright road, facing up at the stars above.
And the survivors of the guilt "free" Wednesday told me it'll all be okay.
I have traveled down, through the Eastern sound, looked around and I have drowned...
In the memories of lyrics and proud horns all around me.
But at the end of my journey, I was left alone.

Oh the proudest of them all, just kneeled down, and that is where they remain today.
Tired from the wars of yesterday, and swaying with an unforgiving ocean.

I have traveled, down the Eastern Canals, swam the West ones too...
But there is no sign of ever reverting to the past this time.

I used to hear applause, Now I hear, nothing at all.
Just the most dull pause.
Along this side of the channel.

I used to hate the buzz, of a nice, mid day run...
Now I miss it like it was my love.
Except, life wasn't meant to be made out to be complicated quite like that.

I've been through storms, now I can't even believe there exists an open door...
I feel I've been thrown up on the shore.
And I feel so lost when everything's so loud now.

Yes. I have been on the Eastern Channel, and I've sailed my way to shore...
Being told I've got not a thing to worry for...
By the guilt free survivors of Ash Wednesday...