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under the moss

I´d like to see
the tender aspects in
every person I meet
but we´ve all been tamed, we´ve been framed, we got hurt
so here am I
overprotective with my resources
I keep my visions in a box under the moss     
                                
I´d love to be
without suspicion like a new-born baby
but my dusted heart has been patronized
I´m so afraid
to walk around in my marvellous interiours
still feel inferiour where I should be wise

now my disguise ends with your sympathetic eyes
no reasons for ties, no need for alibis, to hell with the aliases
and now you´ve seen the rather shady side of me
you don´t turn your back on me?
you even bend a bow for me
and it feels just like coming home

the sorrow me
turns out to consist of a number of layers
And once I start noone can stop me to strip
I so amazed
how one could take me for just for what I am
my breath is calm and my heart beats at ease

and my disguise ends with your sympathetic eyes
no questions why, no seek and hide, this is paradise
and now you´ve seen the contradictive side of me
you don´t turn your back on me?1
you even spread your arms for me and
it feels like a stick to a new broom
what a surprise are those sympathetic eyes
no investigating spies, but these are friends of mine
and now you´ve seen the rather shady sides of me
you don´t turn your back on me!
you even spread your arms for me!
you even build a bridge for me!
you even bend a bow for me
and it feels just like coming home!
home!
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