A familiar stranger, a sadness I can feel.
What I see is not me.

Those eyes remain kind, despite the void within.
Still kind, hanging on a hope believe.

Who am I to others, who am I to be?

I’m taking my shadows out for a dance,
hand in hand, taking this chance to heal.
I’ll take care of them, I’ll take care of me.
Taking this chance to cry,
laugh, feel,
to live.

Breath deep, I find solace,
a liability heart, a story to be told.
A world I've never owned. I’ll be made of love.

I'll shelter myself free.