Broken Masks

Behind us trails the masks of

Broken you’s and me’s,

As we traveled through our song.

We have cast off all the faces we have worn

And yet we still feel unborn.

Who will love me now?

Who will help me see?

Because I can’t remember,

Who I am,

Without you,

And I’m looking for my way back home.

I used to look for myself in you.

I used to see all your flaws.

I used to find myself in the pain.

Now I just wonder,

Who that was?

Who will hold my hand?

Who will lead me out?

Because I can’t find,

Who I am,

Without you,

And I’m looking for my way back home.

Sometimes if we’re lucky we get a moment,

 A little piece of time to call our own.

And in that moment

You just might find

Who you are!

So I don’t need you to know me!

I don’t need you to Care!

Because I have remembered,

Who I am,

Without you,

And I’m already home.

Behind us trails the masks of

Broken you’s and me’s,

As we traveled through our song.

We have cast off all the faces we have worn.

And at last we can feel born.