Look Into My Eyes, Please

It is me you see again I, from behind the mask am free Look into my eyes, then tell me Have I changed or am I the same? This strange, sad pair belonging to Too many faces, but one only Remains within each shattered frame Longing, longing not to be afraid... That I might be becoming The dream I have been dreaming But you, you gave me the mask The mask! Oh, I thought you knew Because of this I withdrew from you This disguise of mine it grew until I cared too little to see revealed The true identity I had concealed... For the soul does not depend On appearances only, but then I was confused and very frightened Of what reflected through this countenance As God's expression is seen through nature So is being the meaning of gesture And I entrusted to this language An explanation without words to the dance... There must be other value Than that which first greets the eye With pleasure for its given form demanding that share of attention due And trading for a brief piece of mind The mask I have worm, grieved and scorned Like a spell, hence the stain is removed When cleansed by your loving anodyne I am from this enchantment form... http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=nd3mJXtrRgA&feature=channel_page COPY WRITE©2009