I want to thank you

for who I am

I realize my identity is caught up in you

Running around trying to figure out just what to do

 

Sometimes tearful at the memories

the sadness overwhelms at the loss of dreams

 

Sometimes joyful at the task

even boastful to find the strength

 

I am what I am

I think I am nothing

and fear it is and will be

 

Am I lost without you

Are my choices blind to my mistakes

 

I’m searching, I’m looking

I’m breathing, still living

 

In the solitude of my exposure

 

1999