Gray day outside, the concrete honeycomb,
Reports and work, a jacket worn from home.
He plays the game, he keeps a steady face,
Just another guy inside this busy place.
No one can see the storm that's in his soul,
No one can guess who makes him lose control.
He nods and laughs and shakes a hand or two,
But waits for daylight to be finally

But when the lamp goes off, the lock clicks in the door,
A sacred rite begins, it's time to trust once more.
To drop the tired mask, to shed the heavy strain,
For him this is an art, not something to explain.

Two reflections in the glass, but the soul is one,
Tonight she will be honest 'til the morning sun!
The heels click to the rhythm, with the bright lips' shade,
This is him, this is her, and no other rules are made!
This is not hide-and-seek, not weakness, not a sin,
It's just a way to find the real self deep within.
So let them whisper, let them fail to understand,
S/he's gonna live and love and shine across the land!

The closet opens like a gate to other spheres,
Where silk and lace become the cure for all the fears.
Each stitch, each bow, each tiny, fine detail,
Erases memories of the day's long, weary trail.
These are not merely clothes, this is his armor bright,
That saves him from the grayness of tomorrow's light.
He knows the stares, he's caught them more than once,
But inner spotlights shine much brighter than the suns.

And when the lamp goes off, the lock clicks in the door,
A sacred rite begins, it's time to trust once more.
To drop the tired mask, to shed the heavy strain,
For him this is an art, not something to explain.

Two reflections in the glass, but the soul is one,
Tonight she will be honest 'til the morning sun!
The heels click to the rhythm, with the bright lips' shade,
This is him, this is her, and no other rules are made!
This is not hide-and-seek, not weakness, not a sin,
It's just a way to find the real self deep within.
So let them whisper, let them fail to understand,
S/he's gonna live and love and shine across the land!


And there is no deception here, there are no lies,
Just facets of a soul that hid before all eyes.
One is for fighting in a world of rigid schemes,
The other to remember who you are, and what it means.

Two reflections...
One soul...
Just be yourself...
Always...