I’ve been thinking about changes,
and who I was this time last year.
I know I was a lot more afraid,
and I know that I’m not the same person anymore.
This time last year I was waiting on a call
that I knew was never going to come.
And now, I’m making the call. I don’t know
exactly when I changed, or how, but I know
at some point, between cutting my strings,
escaping my cage, and building my wings,
I set myself free.