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Stoic Glass I am an enigma a cipherless stone Endlessly crawling from dark to light My soul and desire lost in a tarnished shell My dreams defeated my passion killed The fight feels lost I fought unarmed And by my wits alone survived The cruel anonymity I was disguised in love Only reached by you now lost Your touch - your arms embrace Your healing grace your smile Your tender words of life My shell has cut me off I am afraid I am lost © Paul Viel 1999 |