Whispers say the end is near.
It’s as if God decided it’s time for the love to come back around.
Once there was a boy, born in the heart of France
I can recognise
No more hot flashes
and fighting to keep cool
Send smiles to the world
Look at my skin, my body
Hearing without understanding
The long search for the perfect person
Behind this mask I wear
Is another person I shall never share