Seeing the scars, the structures of the matter
The past that has taught you who you should be
You live in the body that will once shatter
Take what you have, and pray for repent
Seeing the lips that spoke just like your mother’s
Honey-mouthed voice, the words that were void
You are a son, you are a daughter
You pay your money and take your choice
Seeing those eyes, the sights that can batter
The eyes that you trusted till the last day
You see that face now, it’s you in the other
All that you felt, was the One’s torment
Seeing the face in the clearest water
The one that you wear proud every day
You are a son, you are a daughter
All that you have, is the grace of godsend
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