Who am I that comes and goes like the wind that sweeps a summer’s day?
Who am I that hides herself like the sun behind a cloud, not wanting to burn those she touches?
Who am I that chose within my own right to leave and not look back, though look back, I do...
Who am I that roams here like a faint stranger; quiet, meek, and uncertain in this still foreign land?
Who am I that fits not here that which I came, and fits not there that which I left?
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 12:03 PM UTC
Who am I that comes and goes like the wind that sweeps a summer’s day?
Who am I that hides herself like the sun behind a cloud, not wanting to burn those she touches?
Who am I that chose within my own right to leave and not look back, though look back, I do...
Who am I that roams here like a faint stranger; quiet, meek, and uncertain in this still foreign land?
Who am I that fits not here that which I came, and fits not there that which I left?
