• I sit back and stare blankly at a distorted reflection
    And I can't help but to ask who am I

    I was named at birth
    Oh what an identity

    A father who left me
    Who never understood me
    One who I'm not even sure loved me
    So who am I?

    A daughters the label I've been given
    And yet unmistakenly I still ask who I am

    Who am I to have been left?
    Who am I to have been given up?
    Who I to have been thrown away?
    I still ask myself everyday

    As my wrinkled hands cover my face
    And my bitter, salt tears form an ocean
    I still wonder who I am