How much longer shall a moonflower remain in hide Beneath the compliment of a valley lilies that remains in sight Shall the throne in pretence of rose would never come to prick Or the head that always hungs low could never dare to rise high ? The surface the twinkles with the moon that mirrors Shall the naive always trust the fake replica Will the truth that lies beneath the surface could never come to rise Nor would anyone exclaim with rejoice of the jewels that shines in the night ? There could be no comparison with the one that pretends Who shifts tides in every wave of vast ride Neither could anyone hold the one that lies its existence That only vanish with every other new pretence But soon the fake and real shall blow up without notice Leaving the one that only knew how to hide Yet no one could recognise that one who has a blown cover Cause for who cares for the person who knows no oath of home ? -