There is me and there is she. She rules me, she hides me, she imprisions me. She makes it impossiable for me to break free And blinds me so I can not see. What's it like to see? What's it like to be free? What's it like to be me? Can you see me or do you see she? Can you sinse the me that is me? Would God still love me if I was me? Does it even matter? I can sinse that me that is me, But I can not see the me that wants to be. Whats it like to be free and whats it like to see? Perhaps I should ask she.