Bring it out and deal with it…
What’s hidden beneath your dress?
Bring it out and deal with it.
What’s that mask you’re wearing just now?
Pull it off and deal with it.
The monster you don’t confront
You can’t defeat.
What’s hidden beneath your dress?
Bring it out and deal with it.
What’s that mask you’re wearing just now?
Pull it off and deal with it.
The monster you don’t confront
You can’t defeat.
Do not be deceived by my look
Many issues are hidden beneath my dress
Do not be deceived by my laugh
So many tears are concealed therein
Do not judge me by my skin
I’m struggling to hide a myriad of scars.
When the sound of music
Fades slowly into the distance
When the lights dim and black out
And the voices of laughter cease
What will be left?
What will be left?
When the once brilliant face
Dims with wrinkle and age
When the once budding chest
Flattens itself down hill
What will be left?
What will be left?
When the horse and chariot
Cease to stop a your door step
When the one who professed once to love
Will no longer take pleasure in you
What will be left?
What will be left?
When the perfume and dress
That once pricked your heart with pleasure
When all those pleasures life once offered
No longer bring you that delight
What will be left?
What will be left?
Come to the Master, lover of your soul
Lay down the emptiness, heaviness and all
He knows exactly how you feel
And wants your empty soul to fill.