Act 3

In which the darkness masks the mask

I close my eyes and wonder: Where is this man
Who spoke so true with passion felt through centuries
When I was alone this voice washed my fears away
These sounds from the dark that vanish in the light of day
What I feel and what I see is not the same
Deep within your voice swings more than one world's pain

Look into my eyes - for they belonged to him
And if you listen well you can hear him sing through me
In dreams I hold you close my dreams are always near
May worlds split us apart at night I'll always hear

I feel so alone my God where have you been?