Placed in the shadows of my own incompetence,
Needless to say then of what this means.
Held to the brink of breaking this soul eating pride,
Wash away all I hide.
I dream of an ocean calm,
Minus all dark cloud storms,
Whatever that beats my side.
I wait for the sun to rise,
And my face to meet the dawn,
And for this dark night to finally cease.
A Chorus of Echoes 