There is an eye trained towards the future
but there is one focused on the past
and in between I'm standing here alone
trying to hold my ground fast

My fingers curl around a feather so blue
the softness tickles the feelings I have left
and in the time that I remember how happiness feels
it drifts away like all the things I've kept

Is there too much I expect life to give me?
Fate has a way of twisting what you love around
and then it becomes something that haunts you
and scorns away everything that you have found

The chilly wind blows until my skin grows numb
and I do not realize what time is any more
The same moment I have been standing on
unable to reach beyond the two glowing doors

If I could turn my head and face my fears
I'm sure I could hold my head up high
but there is something always holding me back
and instead I lower my head and cry

By my side are nothing but fists that I've created
What more can I expect from what I've done?
If there was a way to change the momentum of time
I would and regain the chance to be able to run

However, the thoughts revolve around me like planets
causing me to remain immobile silently where I stand
There are regrets throughout your lifetime you will have
things you consider with your eyes and with your hands

But here I am stuck between two options of extremes
and which road I take could lead to destruction or salvation
Many people stop at this crossroad, unable to choose
and it's the deciding point where most fall to damnation