Behind the masks we weave and we wear
Fear would rather hide our teeming tears
But the only way to heal these cracks
Is to show what lies behind the back
For through the light of the looking glass
Of others’ eyes can our healing pass
But that left lonely deep in the dark
Turns bitter fast with a sour spark
Through the eyes and ears of those with love
The coals of foul fear form diamonds rough

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