I’ve been on the inside. I’ve been on the out.
Let me tell you this:
That golden veneer, it’s only that.
Inside, it’s we’re all cracked,
we have all the same wear and tear.
And that ugly mask? the hideous shadow?
it hides a heart of gold.
We are all complex beings,
having both the divine and the grotesque inside us.
Will we dare to get to know each other enough,
to see both and still love?