No footsteps left to guide my way, my friend,
Yet still, I rise and face the day, my friend.

No voice to call me by my name,
I learned to fight, I learned to stay, my friend.

The weight was mine, I bore it all,
No hands to lift the load away, my friend.

They speak of blood, of ties that bind,
But ties can snap, and roots betray, my friend.

No past to chase, no name to claim,
Still, I stand strong—I found my way, my friend.