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Under the very finely rotated veil, the shadows were alive, once the heart was guarded, cold and closed, now revealed and exposed.
Both the mask I was wearing, the smile and the shield, the was broken in the open field. The fortress remains, there is no place to hide, Truth and trembling sides.
You saw me in raw form, practiced lines, no perfect norm. My mistake was as a crack in the old stone, exposed my secret and my mark was shown.
In the past, I buried the rising flood deep and wide, and came out. All scars never tell the story, breaks all silence and is uncontrollable.
And I was afraid of the light empty of the world, but the verdict was sharp, mild pain, no storm or bite - only a distant wind that closed me.
exposed, not weak, awakened widely, soul not suffering from her own pain. The unfortunate thing is now beginning to heal, What I once hid, I have now revealed. The mirror is or does not bend, but I ask to get friends on my own. heads to the world with the feet of the United Nations, to stand in the light rather than retreat. The wound is still crying, the skin is still stung, and freedom flies to the broken wings. and green ones grow in, from the truthful honest earth I know.
You take this skin so thin, so true, and all the storms I fought. I am not made up of masks or stories - I am complete, realistic, exposed.
is already deep, I wake up from a long, dreamless sleep. And I find my place in the light - is now not hidden, but face to face.