You see a body, you see a face,
You see my clothes, hair and race,
But who am I?
Who Am I?
I could be empty, for all you can tell,
I could hail from the depths of a dark hell,
I could be an angel that with broken wings fell,
But who am I?
How can you know?
Don't judge till you do,
And this is my plea,
Because
"In the quiet heart is hidden
sorrows that the eye can't see".
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