Are brave Your forehead wound, your difference, your mistake Don't hide it Your ragged doll, your mask, your ego They said they would tame every monster with light They said to sew up your wounds. Nobody loves clowns Why loneliness is not glorious Only imperfection is worth praising Who says a man covered in mud is not a hero Love You Alone in the Dark Lane I love you not kneeling I have loved you and faced despair Refused to cry Love your ragged clothes But dare to block the fate of the...