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I want to be there
when the polished veneer blisters and cracks
- I want to be there -
when the silken veil is torn and the smoke drifts away
- I want to be there -
when the antique mirror shatters and the reflection is no longer clear
- I want to be there -
when your stilts crack and you tumble to the ground
- I want to be there -
when the mask is washed away by the rain
- I want to be there -
when your walls crumble and you are blinded by the light
- I want to be there -
when you fail to hide and the truth becomes you
- I want to be there -
when you are you and not what you reflect,
- I will be there -
to hold your hand as we pick up the pieces
bless you Cyndi :)
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