The man, the man that I was.

I sit on the edge, I look to the sea, I wonder what I am,
A gust of wind blows in my face, but somehow it’s not the same,
I close my eyes, my mind begins to whirl, my life passes by across,
And that’s when I begin to realise, I’m no more the man I was.

Those were the days, I had no fears, never gave a second thought,
I fought with my hands, loved with my heart, never ever had a doubt,
But now valour takes a turn to the south, when adversity clamps its hideous jaws,
And my head tells me again and again, I’m no more the man I was.

Those were the days, when lead by my heart, I reached the very brink,
Gave up myself without even a thought, that I might ever sink,
That fearless abandon I find no more, and while I lament at my loss,
Every drop that runs down from my eyes screams out at me, I’m no more the man I was.

But do I fear that all is lost too soon, while all can be made amends,
Have I let my shoulders droop, even before danger were across the bend,
Why can’t I find that valour now, that courage to brace the toughest of all odds,
Why can’t I go back even now, to the man, the man that I was.

And still I wonder what I did, where did I go wrong, where did I lose my way,
But there were things that weren’t in my hands, in which I had no say,
Then I wonder, and for all that’s worth, a question gets stuck in my head,
That where did that man get lost, the man, the man that I was??

As I sit on the edge of this cliff, looking at the sea, still wondering what I am,
Another gust of wind blows in my face, but now it brings a sense of calm,
The things I did, those things that changed the way I lived my life have gone,
And now I feel whenever I want, I can go back, back to the man, the man that I was.