I'll be behind the curtain 
Unless you think you already know 
You'll never be certain 
The sound of my voice 

I will still ask that you've questioned  
the
transparency of the light 
Wondering about reflections
Reacting to the darkness
of
 Wounded perceptions

It's only a dare to revise
an expansion of our essence 
clutching our resolve

It's only been a matter of time in transcendence

 Let's drink the nectar of mercy
when 
Swimming through the sea of contempt.