I dream of the day
I am not so broken
As to break the things I love
Into a thousand little pieces.
A realization dawns
That the man I once was
Is not dead, but sleeping
Inside this stranger I have become.
I can\'t go back
Retrace my steps
And fix those wounds and scars
But I can see you for the woman you are
And remember my life beneath the stars
When I was just me
And I begin to stir
Within this stranger\'s mind
And realize that
I am not so broken.