In the quiet moments
When the mask slips
And the crowd blurs
I long for a resonating voice
A kindred spirit
To shatter this glass
To breath into the cracks
Remind me, difference is not a flaw
But melody waiting to be sung
In the quiet moments
When the mask slips
And the crowd blurs
I long for a resonating voice
A kindred spirit
To shatter this glass
To breath into the cracks
Remind me, difference is not a flaw
But melody waiting to be sung