I want to know your face ..
 not the mask you sculpt me daily..
 show me your skin..
 the flesh that lies beneath the shades and shadows of your being..

Allow me to touch your essence and absorb your beauty..
Tell me your lies..
show me your truths..
dance with me while you feed your roots.. with memories of one that saw much more..
 than shape and figure and one more *****..

Never forget what you heard me say.. when we first met.. you seemed so fray..
 fray fray far away..
from all the things you used to say..
 and all the things you used to do..
now they stand in front of you..
 
The cause of what you once held dear will now come back to turn you blue..
 and wipe the paint and take the brush and sculpt the true.. the real you..

My hands are hard
 but my heart is harder..
 frozen solid by the heat..
 That was before you turned it tender.. before I knew my hope was her.. 
with nothing more than just her smile she waltzed in and broke the walls
 I bled to build..
my house..
 my home..
my sheppard's guild..
now with no more brushes filled..

I touched her skin with just my eyes..
and broke her youth with my despise.. but now the mask that kept her sealed.. lies broken in the storm..
 the facade came off and tossed her shame..
and now she stays forever healed..