Peeling away these...
these masks I wore for free
what you've never seen
In my daughter's eyes
See peace patience potential
Give her she deserves
The beautiful ones
they come when you need them to
And give what they can
Who wants to spend life
Living in the shadows of
broken love affairs
Job of an artist
To give of yourself freely
Even if you starve
Handsome smart sincere
it is his voice I'm hearing
before I doze off
I can never be
a weak sidekick or trophy
Was built way too free
Friday nights have turned
Into a day I rush rest
As I get older
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