Home   do I call it anymore?   A few days to see what's passed   My old room feels a little smaller   have I ever really left?      Same old faces, dead end places   had to make a break run free   My conscience won't leave each rock alone   bound to find a casualty      It's all coming back to me   Ships set sail to far off places   Tides have turned   the time has blown apart   Ties are broken, words unspoken      Seasons of sorrow   I never thought that time could heal the pain      Alone   down these weathered city streets   to the springtime of my life   Like a first day of school   Pictures from the mind's archives      Hiding places, cold embraces   have to make the break run free   The music is mine alone to face   Virtue is my remedy      It's all coming back to me   This time I know I can face it      'Cause I have grown   harmony within my reach   Mind is open, voice outspoken      Seasons of sorrow   No more fear, time can heal the pain   Better tomorrow   No more tears, dawn after the rain      Hidden from the world to see   The bridge is burned, the map outdated   I'll set a course, trade asylum for the sea   Mind is open, voice outspoken