I’m from the smell of vanilla each morning,
I’m from the sound of my mother calling.
I’m from running across fields,
And from rolling in grass
From laughing until my sides are hurting.

I’m from falling on concrete
I’m from rough and bleeding knees.
I’m from running until my legs hurt
I’m from crying and willing my tears to cease.

I’m from lying in my bedroom,
Listening to you breathe.
I’m from staring at the great big moon,
Waiting for time to freeze.

I’m from wishing for hot summers
I’m from dreaming of my first kiss
I’m from hoping for hot summers

I’m from rolling down greens
I’m from running in toward sunsets
I’m from listening to trickling streams.

And now I’m wondering
When my life will come back to me.