Mirrors Of Illusion

Isn't it Time
To set my body free
From the bottle of perfume
To set my pain free
From the coffins of the tribe
To set my neck free
From the scaffold of injustice
And my face
From the mirrors of illusion
To look for my voice
In the chat of seabirds
To the waves
To draw my identity card
In the whisper of the papers
To the waves of ink