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 ?