There was a bag with a mask in it
And a girl found it
In the beginning, she was afraid and didn't know what to do
Or how to compose
But she put it over her face and it fit her so well
The happiness of having a new face filled her
So she went down the street and the world gave her flowers
No one doubted the mask covered a face
That was previously full of fear
And nothing seemed to make her stop believing
That all along the new and strong face was her own
And even if they told her, she answered with "It's me"
But there was a day that when she was going down the street the world fell down
So many beautiful masked people walked around, shamelessly
She kneeled down in anger, looked up to the sky and before she screamed, she cried
And when she got back up, she looked at the masked people and judged
"These are all fake, so many copies of a face that was previously mine!"
No one gave her attention
So she, tired, took her mask off and smiled
Now they say that when she smiled she understood
That life only happens
To those who devoted themselves