Now I look back on all I have lived
At all I have taken from those who would give.
Never a thought to those I passed by.
I could’ve helped them, but I wouldn’t try.
My sins not of murder or theft in the night.
But more in my arrogance, sure I was right.
Never a hand would I lift in attack.
But neither would I offer my helping hand.
I hide in the twilight
My breath frosts the glass
I look in on the future
I’m trapped in the past.
My own lack of vision
My version of hell.
It’s all that I learned
There’s no more to tell
No one grieves for you when all sins return.
I’ve lived at a distance, kept my life at bay.
I showed no emotion because it wasn’t my way.
Those few touched me and those I cast aside.
I run from my sins but they find me each night.
Between whom I should be and the man that I became.
A vast chasm stretches my sins are to blame
Sense of fear is forever my friend.
Winds of time pass and I stare looking back.
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Music and Lyrics by Ron Skeen and Billy Sharp