To the laughter
To the child
That made me alive
To the life
To the world
To the time less spry
The mask I wore is about to tear!
Oh Lord the real me is about to appear,
Oh Lord the real me is about to appear
To the colors
To the air
To the waves, I revived!
I adjure you all to make me hide,
The shattered me that I enshroud for years
Nobody ever knew bout my fears,
The fear to gab, to commute to narrate,
The story of an innocent, who acted so plain
For the years have past, since the dazzle have last!
The glare that have burnt all my yearns!
The path I took was never my gail!
That bloomy smile was in real a wail!
The shattered me that I enshroud for years
The mask I wore is about to tear!
Oh Lord the real me is about to appear,
Oh Lord the real me is about to appear!
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