Last night I slept on a bed of ambition Spooning with my world on a pillow of wishes As a child I'd imagine this scene Playing out my part in a mirror of dreams. Then in just seconds I lost all that I had trusted The convictions in my soul Were replaced by injustice. Maybe it's not me Must be a mistake My ground broke to pieces Shook my pride and faith I almost fell apart that day I almost came undone in that haze I almost lost the hold I had on my life And all that I still had to write In the story of my days Reaching for a truth, I found it holding on to you. I see in my reflection the eyes of a stranger Blocking my view of what I once held tender Why me, why now, why this The answers are smiling hiding deep within Maybe it's not me Must be a mistake My ground broke to pieces Shook my pride and faith I almost fell apart that day I almost came undone in that haze I almost lost the hold I had on my life And all that I still had to write In the story of my days Reaching for a truth, I found it holding on to you. When the only sound that breaks the silence Is your beating heart In between the pounding you will find who you are. . .