This skin, a thin veil of armor
Emotions flow like stormy seas
Rushing,
breaking the surface
Til I am but a poor reflection of what I thought I knew
A parched desert rose
Longing for fountains to pour
Searching for an oasis
She aches for clear waters
to see even her ragged reflection would mean life again
Voiceless, a mute lark longs for freedom
Her cries fall on deaf ears
Locked in her cage, her only solace
But the walls will echo the gentle whisper
A reflection of hope and saving grace
Now we see but a poor reflection
Then we shall see
Unveiled
Refreshed
Singing once more
We will be free
We will be free
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