She says she hates me... and not to call,
She's used her pain to build a concrete wall;
She's rolled her angry words into a fist,
But that's not who she is, that's not who she is.

I slammed the phone down hard and walked outside,
I wrote her off that day as if she'd died;
I said "if she burns in hell, well I won't give a damn,"
But that's not who I am, that's not who I am.

Lost behind the masks we wear,
The barbed wire fences of our fear,
We drag each other through these tears,
And strike the wounds that scar,
But that's not who we are, that's not who we are.

Someday I'll hold her, for this I pray,
That time and grace will roll the stone away,
And we'll love each other with open hearts,
Just for who we are, just for who we are.

A mother who gave all she could,
A child who tried to just be good;
In father, brother, sisterhood,
We reach and fall so far

Like dust of ancient stars,
That's just who we are.
Dust of ancient stars,
That's just who we are.