This beautiful ballad in the words of a former veiled Muslim woman breaks into a passionate cry with a rock edge.
This veil is a wall that’s holding us apart.
Please see me. Please speak to me. Please look into my heart.
Please reach your hand towards me. Please push beyond your fears.
I’m waiting. I’m praying. Won’t someone see my tears.
Please see me.
Please see me.
I have been hidden all my life.
Please see me.
Please find my face,
and please find the worth inside.
What is my worth? Have I a value or a cost?
I’m broken, rejected. I’m struggling, and I’m lost.
Can you see beyond my veil? Will you look beyond this wall?
Can’t you hear me when I’m crying? Won’t you listen when I call?
Please see me.
Please see me.
I have been hidden all my life.
Please see me.
Please find my face,
and please find the worth inside.
My child, I have known you. I have called you. You are mine.
I see you. I love you. I’ve been waiting all this time.
You’re priceless. You’re worthy, so I have paid it all
to find you, to free you, to hear you when you call.
| Please see me. | Please see me. | I have been hidden all my life. |
| (I see you.) | (I see you.) | (You are not hidden from my eyes.) |
| Please see me. | Please find my face, | and please find the worth inside. |
| (I see you.) | (I know your) | (face. You are priceless you are mine) |
