You were young
And yet you clung
To the cracks in the concrete of the past
Forced out of home
Roots ripped from places welcome
Your petals fell from around your neck
You rushed to gather them
But instead just scattered them
Deeper into the corners of the universe
Your name was thus written
On every planet and rock in space
But was nowhere on your heart
You’re something along the lines of
You don’t quite know what you’re made of
Insecurity will consume
Every crack every room
Unoccupied by sterling confidence
So practice shouting your name
And begin to claim
The parts of you left undiscovered
Hold tight to who you are
Because you never know
Who you’ll turn out to be
Tomorrow
You’re something along the lines of
You don’t quite know what you’re made of
That throbbing thing
At your core
Are words that you’ve never even heard before
But once you see
Yourself in love
You’ll understand what bones are made of
We’re something along the lines of
This time we know what we’re made of
We’re something along the lines of
This time we know what we’re made of