sun in her eyes

Sometimes the world expects you to be strong, but inside you feel like dried clay. You smile, you do your job, but inside you feel nothing.

This track sounds as if fragility has put on armour and moved on. Tears? Only when no one is watching. Faith? Yes, but sometimes only in the form of a question. And yet, despite the turmoil, the sun still hides in the eyes. Not for everyone. But those who want to will notice.