A mask of plastic happiness covers the sadness her soul
her truth hidden from most, a light sublime
ever watching but her face unknown
wondering where her Clan is in this time.
Once we knew her name so well
now torn down icons lost in the breeze
Feelings of invisible chains leave manmade Hell
Reality shatters before her very eyes even when she dreams.
Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp
she feels alone sometimes, no longer apart of this world
At times the glimmer in her calm eyes disappears so fast
but within her heart a silent flame still burns.
She roams day by day, playing out her roles
Strength unknowingly resides in her so deep
History repeats it self again taking its toll
the translucent veil she so proudly wears begins to seep.
Found by the one who reads between the lines
Little by little her signs will surely come,
The mask she has been forced to wear will shine
in her beliefs, her craft and all her Coven shall be one.
Her names will unite in faith, in truth fro all to see
The ones who stand with her will stand so tall
The deaf will hear the blind will see.
All in the Knowing, of the different sides of the same wall.