I turned my face from You
and now I see below the earth.
Nothing waits to find me alone
and tare my mask to shredded pulses
of the once beating heart.
Cold and shaking
with terror
with hope
with knowledge-that's the worst part.
I turned my face from You
and now I see below the earth.
Something raw has found me alone.
In the position of attention I stand to hear my fate.
Inside I am a child-you know?
Like yesterday...
when I played dress up in Father's boots.
I'm just a child, you know.