MasksA Poem by R. GeierI wrote this sitting on a little bridge last spring. It's sort of about when you try to help someone, but things don't quite work out because... you're motivation wasn't quite right.I'm glad to be of service Though I remain unseen And I'm glad to be of service As the shoulder to a queen And I'm glad to help you ground your feet When you begin to fall But if you drag me down with you I'll be of no use at all
Wherever you go You will find A new face to hide behind Well, I could be yours If you don't mind I'd try to see through the veils of time
I know that I'm no martyr Because light is everywhere And I do a service to myself To run my fingers through your hair And I'm glad to run beside you When you're not too proud to call But when nobody's shoutin I know that I'm of no use at all
Wherever you go You will find A new face to hide behind Well, I could be yours If you don't mind I'd try to see through the veils of time
I don't know where you've been I don't know what you've seen But I do know what it feels like to hide inside a dream And to let that dream consume you to distract you from your pain Only to roll over every mornin to find yourself the same again
Wherever you go You will find A new face to hide behind And I could be yours if you don't mind I'll try to see through the veils of time
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