Show me not your beauty,
Show me not your light.

Show me your darkness,
Show me your scars that which from everyone you hide.

Show me the wounds that you protect with fright,
I will hurt you not and treat you right.

Show me that, what made you, this,
Show me that pain, that which in the absence of its source still exists.

Tell me that what you expect from no one, no more, but I know you still desire,
Show me the fears that haunt your nights, that make you perspire.

Show me not your masking smiles,
Let me see and wipe the river of tears that runs for miles.

Lay it out and lay it all,
Show me everything on you that which has taken its toll,

This lonely path you have walked too long,
But I am here now, take my hand, and let me walk along.

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