She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.

Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.

It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.

She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.

I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.