Will there be a day where I know myself?
Life has kicked and punched me throughout my life.
 Someday I hope I will see the real me 
Perhaps I’ll have a wife that smells like spring

What part is trauma, and what is who I am?
Is there a rainbow at the end of this?
My heart knows of the past but not present
Can I transcend to who I’ve always been?

This is the beginning of who I am
There will be dark, scary, dreary, sad days
I will not miss the old and broken me
Sunny days will be here, I swear they will

The new me will find her peace in it all
I will find a new lease on life at last