My eyelids are curtains
That cast a silhouette of my soul,
You're blind to what's behind them,
While they remain closed
They wait to open;
And the light will soon shine
Front and center stage,
An audience of people
To watch my life play;
It is a show, every single day
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
My eyelids are curtains
That cast a silhouette of my soul,
You're blind to what's behind them,
While they remain closed
They wait to open;
And the light will soon shine
Front and center stage,
An audience of people
To watch my life play;
It is a show, every single day
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