From

I am from blue buildings in the land of snow
From can lids to make eggs on the stove
I am from the hill with the hole and the horses in the field
From the big white deck and seats without wheels
From glow-in-the-dark doorknobs and roses that never grew
I am from the mattress in the library, and the new floors that were never new
From buttered graham crackers and climbing walls
I am from angels and "Stuffies" and opting to crawl
From giant crayon piggy banks and rusty swings
From learning all sorts of strange, useless things
From under the stairs and the hole by the window
From under my bed, with Teddy as a pillow
I am from taco reunions as holiday cheer
From friends that -like family- have been there for years
I am from rainstorms and blackouts, psychiatric claws
From old days and new ways, from writing it all
I am from every thought, and every feeling I've had,
From every person I've met and every place I have been
And I wouldn't change a thing, because that could change more
And in the grand scheme of things, it's all something I adore.