I once had a heart; but they get broken.
I once had a dream; but I have woken.
I once was quick; but now I have grown slow.
I once was certain; but cups overflow.
I once had a tribe; but peoples disband.
I once held love; but I released his hand.
I once believed; but still, brocade grows bare.
I once wanted faith; but dogma’s unfair.
Once, I was all about who I could be.
Now, I am sure I’m quite right to be me.

