identity.

i thought i knew who i was
until the day i looked in the mirror.
i looked nothing like the image you had created.
mangled and ashamed
i appeared as a mere piece of guilt.

i thought i knew who i was
until i began to know you.
you seemed a breath of fresh air
to my stuffy heart.
but then, i thought i knew who i was.

still, in the follies of knowing who i was
i thought my downfalls and failures were hated
so to conceal them was my strength.
no one would ever know who i truly was
because i thought i knew who i was.

friends come and go and all was to be at their blame.
never once did i think it might be because of my waywardness
just because i thought i knew who i was.

i thought i knew who i was
until i looked love deep into the eyes
and i didn't get to see my hate melt away from me.
but in a moment, my jealousies and ambiguity
turned into a wall of security around me.
my eyes were concentrated ahead.

it was then that love looked me in the eyes
and i realized what i had become.
everything became known
and what once was known became foolery.

i thought i knew who i was
until i met you.

now all i know is who you are
now all i know is what you've done.

i thought i knew who i was
until the day i looked in the mirror.
and i saw you.

i want to see you as my identity.

i know what it's like to be bound.
i remember the chains that held me close to the floor.
i know the nights that kept me down
that recycled the memory of my face hitting the ground.

i thought i knew right, i thought it was best.
my drunkenness and my waywardness.

i sensed law as gravity against my bones.
i rejected love and mistook it for law.

i thought i knew fear
i thought i knew what it meant to be wise
then i stared fear dead in the eyes
and i felt like a fool.
oh, but you knew.

i remember the nights on a clouded flight
the way i ran. oh, the way i ran.
far as the eye to see and yet you had your eyes on me.

i remember disgust clear across my mother's face
i was a shame, hopeless, a disgrace.

the rebellion within seemed like i was free
and freedoms reach was not what i thought.

i must have been a senseless fool to you...
yet, now... i belong to you.

and all along i thought i knew
what it meant to be bound.

now i know that being bound
consists of a freedom beyond definition...
a grace beyond comprehension...
entirely based from redemption...
the purpose of reconciliation...
closer than the chains once cloven to my ankles...

i am bound to you.