Half Waif
Generation
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