Who am I under these fragile eyes
Inside this beating chest
Am I to reign over the seven sea
Or to be in the view of society's best
Who am I under this tender skin
Bones aching to the know
Genesis point where should I begin
To star in this worlds show
Who am I, tell me who I am
Or what I supposed to be
A wolf hidden among the lamb
Jailed in myself but to be set free
Who am I, I am me
I am everything I desire
I am the reflection of my soul
In a glasshouse that is about to be stoned
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Gold And Fire
PuisiAs gold needs fire to be purified, words need paper to be expressed... {Completed}
