When I think of who I am
Millions of expressions trigger my mind
Tears of joy at a side
Tonnes of hurt on the other hand

When I think about myself
I see a boy lost in the dark
Beautifully painted with the stars
With the hope that he'd shine

When I think of who I am
I cry, I laugh and dance
For where I am is a bittie of love,
And a mean of hurt

I wish grace is not...