Beneath my mask I see a face
An angel beneath my wings
I hear the skies whisper grace
Whisper of those little things
I’m the bones beneath the clay
In the hours time swept away
I sit and wait for tomorrow
To remove the mask that I borrowed – Nausher Nash Banaji Duo

 

 

 

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