Wiping fresh mud
From my shaky form
Taking in new breath
And I am thus born

Who I am, who I'll be
Is coming into clarity.
As I step in the garden
And set my soul free

There's more here
To know than a place
There's scattered pieces
Of a new, familiar face

"You find yourself,"
"As you find me."
But how can I trust
A voice I cannot see?

If the definition
Rests in my soul
Then I wonder if
I'll ever be whole.

Everything that will happen,
As I peer out the open gate
I fear I won't understand
Until it's to far to late