The Mask
By Rebecca Rosen
Six days of the week we wear a mask
Ever changing, morphing,
But on one day only our true colors show
We take off the mask
Ever changing, morphing,
We look into the eyes of our peers
We take off the mask
This is who they really are
We look into the eyes of our peers
One day of the week, one single day
This is who they really are
True colors show
One day of the week, one single day
The warmth of the candle engulfs us
True colors show
The queen has finally arrived
The warmth of the candle engulfs us
Yes it’s frightening, yes it’s strange
The queen has finally arrived
On this day we celebrate our freedom
Yes it’s frightening, yes it’s strange
The miracle of the minority ever thriving,
pulsing, so alive
On this day we celebrate our freedom
And I thank the lord for this day
The miracle of the minority ever thriving,
pulsing, so alive
I show my scars, leave them our for
everyone to see
And I thank the lord for this day
I take off the mask
I show my scars, leave them our for
everyone to see
Yet the sun will always set and rise the
next day
I replace the mask
I wish the time wouldn’t come
Yet the sun will always set and rise the
next day
I’ll miss this day, just a fading memory
but still
I wish the time wouldn’t come
I was me for that one day, and everyone
can agree
I’ll miss this day, just a fading memory
but still
I took off my mask; I became who I wanted
to be,
Alive and completely free
I was me for that one day, and everyone
can agree
Six days of the week we wear a mask
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