Walking across foreign lands
Among foreign eyes, and alien sand
The air is different, you fall in
Hearts are different in every within
And you begin
Who are you, and where are you now
What will you do with your dreams?
They seem so strange now and somehow
You’ve forgotten your old gods
You painted someone else’s canvas
You’re wearing a strange perfume
In a house of strange jewel glass
On a stage, in a strange room
Are you reading lines the people want to hear?
Have you forgotten why you are here?
Are you an actor now, instead
Of the figure in your dreams,
Or is she dead?
Mourn her, bring her back
Or is she only hiding behind her veil
Of heavy cloth and dusty gold
Of promises, of secrets, of hopes untold
There is a time when you must leave
She will return, and you might grieve
But the strange…it’s for strangers
You know where you belong.
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