prove me right

if i could see your face
in flesh and bone
i'd know that i'm right
that everyone
nomatter how cruel
has a match made to suit their soul
and everytime that we cry
they can hear as clear
as day and night
but my match is anonoumous
hidden by a veil
image clouded by self preservation
and when i see
your perfect face
i'll know i was right
from the start.