Masked

Hidden face and hidden hair
Masked again my friend
Disappeared and teared
No place to run in fear

Fire behind and tears below
Dripping spirit in the snow
In your eyes your windows weep
I try to enter and burrow deep

With mask or not I clearly see 
The freedom deep inside of me 
The love you keep inside of you 
Will grow between both me and you

©Paul Viel 2001

 

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