Mask
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing
Pity comes too late
Turn around and face your fate
An eternity of this before your eyes
This haunted face holds no horror for me now
It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.
Let me climb this mountain, let me find my little corner under Your fig tree. A quiet place, a secret place, with nothing else but a cup of coffee, my guitar, and Your Word in my heart.
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