[Intro]
Soft-footed shadows drift in hallways of the crowd,
I flip a coin between a fox and a bear, allowed.
[Verse 1]
In the mirror of a dinner party, I learn new coats to wear,
The fox chuckles sly, the bear keeps watchful glare.
I speak in different languages to fit the table and the room,
Which whisper is the real one, which is merely a costume I assume?
[Pre-Chorus]
Someone laughs like a gull, someone purrs like a cat,
If I trace the tracks in ink, where do I fall at last?
[Chorus]
Who am I when the spotlight dims and the masks fall away?
The hunter, the helper, the-hearted, the frayed?
If every face is honest in a different light, who’s staying true?
I’m searching for the echo that belongs to the true to me.
[Verse 2]
In a circle of friends, I mimic the weather they adore,
Storm chaser, sunshine keeper, open doors and more.
But the storm will pass and the sun will set back in the sky,
And I’m still listening for the voice that says, I’m enough to be I.
[Pre-Chorus]
A chorus of masks hums softly, each at its own pace,
If I quiet all the echoes, will I find one steady face?
[Chorus]
Who am I when the spotlight dims and the masks fall away?
The hunter, the helper, the-hearted, the frayed?
If every face is honest in a different light, who’s staying true?
I’m searching for the echo that belongs to the true to me.
[Bridge]
Maybe the self is a room with many windows, always shifting shade,
Maybe authenticity isn’t one loud voice but a chorus we’ve made.
[Chorus]
Who am I when the spotlight dims and the masks fall away?
The hunter, the helper, the-hearted, the frayed?
If every face is honest in a different light, who’s staying true?
I’m learning to listen for the self that softly says, I am.
[Outro]
So I tuck away the labels, let the quiet truth be free,
The animal at the gate of being simply asks to be me.
