Who is that?

Behind that mask.

Her mask hides her like camouflage.

 

That dark, lonely mask.

But sometimes hopeful.

Her mask shows a hint of a smile,

and a glimmer in her brown eyes.

 

Her mask is like a blind man,

struggling to see.

She struggles to see the truth.

The truth behind everyone's cold lies.

 

She finds everyone else decieving.

Everyone else hides behind a mask.

Dark masks.

 

But he is like the sun.

He struggles to find his way through the clouds above her.

As he slowly fights, he finally shines through.

She isn't hidden.

There is no mask.

Just hear face.

Clarity.