The wounds of our past
the joys of our dreams,
the way we break
at the seams of our
fears,
the way we seem,
the way we hide in make-believes,
the way we face our reflection in the mirror
and see who we are
and are not,
the way we set ourselves
free.
The wounds of our past
the joys of our dreams,
the way we break
at the seams of our
fears,
the way we seem,
the way we hide in make-believes,
the way we face our reflection in the mirror
and see who we are
and are not,
the way we set ourselves
free.