Generation - Half Waif

I’m bidding goodbye to my 29th year

And a body that’s full of thorns

Here’s to corners I’ve turned and levels I’ve cleared —

I couldn’t have done it before

And the rumors are true:

I am changing my name

Though I remain close to my kin

One form in the storm, battling on:

I am my own generation

And I’m learning to love the woman in me

‘Cause she knows how to love all of you

Darling of my delicate mind:

Someday I hope that I do

I tried to dry my tears outside

I forgot it’s a season of rain

Shouting at clouds: I’ve done enough now

And I’m coming home to myself