You say you are unpure but I hear the voices of your people.
I wanna catch your truth but the eye of glass is so ashamed of me .
Are you still feeling the pain of the war ? No , you say , but my brother got crazy . We don’t speak anymore.
You want to give me some good imprints, and I let your touch in .
Did you face your demons ? But you are kissing my face .
I am glowing . Can’t you see your halo ?