Do you remember, child,

when you were You;

the time you were innocent,

natural, and true?

Before the world

had gripped you tight;

before jealousy and hatred

took their first bite.

Before twisted tension

began to bind,

the helpless you

left undefined.

Left like the rest

to find Your identity,

will riches or fame

become your serenity?

To where will you turn, child,

to where will you turn?

For the path marked behind you

is broken and burned.

All that you once had faith in

is now unsure;

the line between right and wrong

a fading blur.

And now that they

have made you new,

do you even remember, child,

when you were You?