Alone, unsure, one haunting question
Consumes, frustrates, each facet of this life
You were never told who you truly are
You are more than you have become
I've set apart a name for you
Beloved son
Identity is a gaping wound inside of you
Given a name, the true son of a father
You have a place no one else can ever fill
Your strength is needed now and always
One day true belonging, your heart forever prized
Will be no more a hopeless longing
All these years of restlessness I will erase
Your name is written on my hands
