On the Edge
Navigating Life's Abyss: Ancient Sins' Poetic Reflections
Lyrics
Life is hard sometimes; it may not make sense but sure is worth the ride
Life can be challenging, confusing, but it's a worthwhile journey.
Life is unfair sometimes, when nothing goes your way you turn and run away
Life is unjust at times, and facing difficulties may make one want to escape.
Remember I was just like
Reflecting on a past self, perhaps innocent and inexperienced.
Young and naïve but not anymore
The speaker has matured and is no longer as naive as before.
I'm standing on the edge; I'm looking down the line
Standing at a critical point, contemplating the path ahead.
Trying to piece back this life that I call mine
Struggling to reconstruct a life that belongs to the speaker.
It ain't easy, easy would be just to give up and die
Overcoming challenges is difficult; giving up seems like an easier option.
When will I find my home?
Searching for a place or state of belonging and comfort.
You stare at the mirror
Self-reflection in the mirror, confronting one's own image.
And all you can see is a shadow staring at you
Seeing a shadow, possibly representing inner struggles or hidden aspects.
The truth and the lies
Recognition of both truth and lies within oneself.
Will be revealed once you accept what you've done
Acceptance is the key to revealing the consequences of one's actions.
Don't forget, I know the answers
The speaker claims knowledge of the answers, discouraging deception.
Never try to hide anything from me
Transparency is expected; nothing should be hidden from the speaker.
I'm standing on the edge; I'm looking down the line
Reiteration of standing at a crucial point, facing the challenges of life.
Trying to piece back this life that I call mine
Continued effort to rebuild and reclaim the speaker's life.
It ain't easy, easy would be just to give up and die
Emphasizing the difficulty, considering giving up as an alternative.
When will I find my home?
Expressing the ongoing search for a sense of belonging or home.
I'm standing on the edge; I'm looking down the line
Reiteration, possibly emphasizing the persistence of the struggle.
Trying to piece back this life that I call mine
Continued effort to piece together and own the speaker's life.
It ain't easy, easy would be just to give up and die
Reemphasizing the difficulty of the journey, contemplating giving up.
When will I find my home?
Reiterating the quest to find a place of belonging or a home.
Comment