|The sky moves
around when rain is coming.
Ice lances of our blue night.
The birds around our streets leap back into the fading night.
Climbing up ladders rung by our language, lifting toward the sun!
I've known people with different thoughts
I've known what they feel
My soul is carried with them in their troubles
I bathed in their sadness but mostly their bubbling laughter
I built my character around them
I looked upon
them with respect and a peaceful conscience
Try to look through my mask, Try to see my eyes.
Try to pry the mask from my face, Try to change my smile.
Try to make me see through my eyes, not my heart.
Try to change my magic on yo, Try on my mask.
Try to exercise your rights, Try to own me.
Try to be reality, not a myth.
Try to be a person, not a stranger.
Now you are ready for your own mask, now you are.
Now you are ready to be with me, now you are.
Now you are ready to see my eyes, now you are.
Now you are ready to smile with me, now you are.
Now that you are ready, let us be myth.