There's a girl in the corner
With tearstains on her eyes.
From the places she's wandered
And the fear she can't hide.
She says..."How did I get here?
I'm not who I once was.
And I'm crippled by the fear.
That I've fallen too far below."
You are more than the choices that you make.
You are more than the summers of past mistakes.
You are more than the problems you create.
You've been remade.