I've denied myself for nineteen years
That you can show me who I am
I've held on to all of my fears
That you can slowly break my dam
Now I find in blue, open skies
That you want to know who am I
Yet still I've failed in all my tries
And need to ask you where, what, and why?
So I take these steps one by one
And pray some day that I'll be undone
And you'll see what you've always known
That I'm not finished, I'm not grown.
