When the scars you tolerate give you a sense of pride,
When you can't remember the last time you cried,
When you can ultimately show the world your fine,
You'll know.

When you don't fight with your clothes anymore,
When you don't spend hours weeping on the floor,
When you embrace the clouds and your spirit soars,
You'll know.

When that fuzzy image finally becomes clear,
When you genuinely listen, instead of just hear,
When you stand there and fight, despite all your fears,
You'll know.