You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see
The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die
In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap
You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see
The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die
In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see
The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die
In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap
You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see
The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die
In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap
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