My temors foreshadow a great event, forsaken are the ones that put lies in anothers mouth, how the tables have turned oh forsaken one with my hands raised high I have gained control, I have cut my everlasting strings of iron in half, How freedom must glance left and right before walking away, Can it be this true? Can my utter brilliance be at work today? Can the song of praises be sung along the highway at night? The monsters hang their heads in fear as what has been allowed, I can not go back to that prison where I fasted, Draining me of my hope that was not there, standing in the way of the blocked dreams I had, Forget that feeling one of which the past haunts and future delights, Who will clean the stain that was once on the mirror, the smudge still remains as a frightened cat, staring indefinitely into the black hole that was me +End