Waiting to Be Seen

Lost in shadows, searching for light

Carrying the weight of endless night

Mom, if you saw me through different eyes

Would you see the truth behind the disguise?

Could your love find a safe place to grow?

Or would fears and punches still overthrow?

I’ve been healing little by little, day by day

Holding on to hope that one day

A brighter dawn would wash this pain away

Can love be gentle when it’s born from scars?

Can someone see beyond the broken parts?

Waiting for a future where I can breathe free

In a place where I can just be me

Dreams of Canada in twenty twenty-seven

A place to find peace, a sweet escape from heaven,

Where pain can fade and life can bloom anew

A hope that pulls me through

Healing wounds in silence, holding on to hope

Thinking maybe there’s a way to cope

To find a safe harbor in a world so rough

Where love is enough

Can love be gentle when it’s born from scars?

Can someone see beyond the broken parts?

Waiting for a future where I can breathe free

In a place where I can just be me

Maybe someday, someone will understand

That beneath the pain, I’m still a person with a plan

To find my place, to find my peace

And to believe in love that’s real and sweet

Till then I wait, till then I hope

Holding onto dreams that help me cope

One day I’ll find a way to be seen

And love will carry me, finally free