Who am I and what's my name;
Where am I going, from where have I came;
Why can't I see the person I've become;
Why does the whole world feel numb;
Why am I blind, my face concealed;
Even from myself I'm holding up my shield;
My shadow on the ground is all I can see;
Is that all that's left of me;
I've already forgotten who I am;
I've already forgotten my name;
What has become of my dream;
Is there anyone left on my team;
Am I still alive here in this place;
Or did I fall too soon on this long race;
But blindly I feel a hand reach out to me;
Lifting my blindfold, now I can see;
A familiar face but still that of a stranger;
A racing heart but not because of danger;
Taking my hand you lead me away;
Like a little child who's gone astray;
Follow me, you hold tighter keeping the pace;
Don't let go, you never lost this race;
You never let go until you finally had to;
Then you released my hand and up I flew;
Up to the stars where I built my home;
Above the entire world I had left to roam;
Sometimes I still feel lost and blind;
But it's at those moments when I come to find;
That it's okay to not always know my name;
Because it's always then that you came;
Like always you'd take my hand and help me fly;
Pointing up you'd point me towards the sky;
Be free, you'd whisper and I think I understood;
You weren't telling me who I was, but rather the person I could
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