Do you ever wonder,
what will happen when
the mask broke?
Will I fall down
like a bird,
touch the ground
with the black wings?

Will the blood
colour the path?
And will the
river of tears
wash it
all away?

Will there be
a little voice
that will say:
"Stand up"

But anyways
the answer will be
a whisper:
"No, I wasn't born
to stand
just let me go"