I’ve forgotten me

In the mood swings of life I’ve forgotten me,

I’ve forgotten how to live, I’ve forgotten what it means to be free,

I have forgotten what it’s like to be loved and cherished, 

it seems like that part of me has moved on and perished,

I have forgotten what it’s like to truly laugh,

the whole of myself has withered away to half,

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be me— 

can I climb this mountain again and find myself once again free