It's the end of an era: Victim of circumstance, No more. The errors of my ways, made me who I am. Today. I look up and walk ahead, proudly. It's an end of an era: Victim of circumstance, No more. Patience and virtue, walk with me. On the road ahead lies, No lies. But, Truth in all forms: The hummingbird's song. The whistling trees that whisper, "I am here. I'll be here." In times of doubt, and uncertainty, I was always guided. Those whom I confide, say, "come out of hiding. It's okay to be who you are, unafraid." So, I laugh. I run wild and free. Through the grass, barefoot. and say: "It's an end of an era: I've handled my circumstances."