I saw everything, I heard many things,
There was a crack on a glass, I threw it,
There was a crack in my pot, I changed it,
Once the wall and then my doll cracked,
I mend it, but why couldn’t I mend me,
My cracks were big and wide, I hid them,
They were sore and bled, I lived them,
And now I have realized!
Yes I have realized!
I need no mending; I am a little cracked,
A little broken, but my cracks don’t bleed,
Anymore I walk tall, I neither hide, nor defy!
They are part of me, they have become me,
They are part of me; they are now my beauty…