The Past

At the parting of the ways do you feel fear from past?
Road to heaven, road to hell - solution inside,
Hidden somewhere in my mind!
Sparks and shadows in the head, with piercing sound,
Escapes out with the gride!

I'm in the dark about
What will wait for me
Cryptic shapes before my eyes, draws on the wall
Pictures, seen by me in past.
And at last, I don't know how to define, who I am,
Feeling like a social bust!

I can see the shade on your face!
And my fate now in your grace!
I was a puppet in your hands!
The past, slacken off your chains!
I'm in the dark about
What will wait for me
Will see