What makes me me

A world of chaos, where my heart's been blamed.

From home to home, I've been shuffled around,

Never quite finding a place that's truly found.

The memories of my past, they still linger on,

A constant reminder of what I've been shown.

The love and care that I've been denied,

Leaves scars that run deep, and a heart that's tired.

But still, I hold on to hope, a glimmer of light,

A chance that one day, I'll find my way to the right.

To a place where I'm loved, and I'll feel complete,

Where my heart can heal, and my soul can retreat.

 

For through my journey 's been long and hard,

I know that I'm strong, and I'll never be scarred.

I'll rise above the pain, and I'll shine so bright,

A beacon of hope, in the darkest of nights