I am from white orchids
from graves and soft white snow
I am from a single parent
(struggling just to make ends meet
but always holding on)
I am from a white tree with bells
who's long branches and silver bells
can still be heard

I'm from being teased and glasses
from Shelly and Richard
I'm from the straighten ups
and your no good
From grow up and shut up
I'm from the divorce of a stepparent
who's scares still have left their mark
and finally vindicated

I'm from a new step mother Sharon
a step brother I see as my own
From the place where she first hugged me
standing in the living room
The sign of relief we felt for that exact moment

In my house their now is a loving family
new photographs new memories
all the pain form the passed erased
I am from forgiving and forgetting
moving on just to keep hanging on