The Real You — Depend

By Liz Hazzard

I first had suspicions, though I wasn't sure why,
Something was different, I couldn't say why.
Then one day I discovered your feminine clothes,
And slowly the truth of your life, it arose.
The questions came flooding — who are you, what's real?
How do I understand all that you feel?
But slowly I've learned, and slowly I've grown,
To love the true person that you have now shown.
I will support the real person inside of you.