Mychelle, oh sweet Elle,
You are my heart and soul.
Like the mornings with a sweet smell,
And the calm nights with a soft lull.

I am who I am but that’s not it,
I was who I was but it's the past.
Once I changed my name everything fit,
Like somehow I know the sun will always last.

I feel lighter there’s no weight like before,
I no longer have to worry about the finishing blow.
Everything is bright and I feel the warmth once more,
The sun always shines but now I see the soft glow.