When you finally know what's within,
that's when your real life begin.
No longer chasing mirrored skies,
Or hiding truth behind disguise.

You meet yourself with softer eyes,
And learn to hush the harshest lies.
The ones that said you weren't enough,
That love should hurt, that strength is tough.

You hold your heart like sacred ground,
In every beat, your worth is found.
You bloom not for the world to see,
But just because you’re finally free.

You speak, and know your voice is true,
You walk, and feel the path is you.
No maps, no masks, no need to roam,
You’ve found yourself. You’ve come back home.