In a world of masks and hidden dreams,
I find myself buried in feeble lies.
A world held together with broken seams:
I strive to suppress my dsesperate cries.
So many chances wasted foolishly;
So many torn-up people to be healed.
So many uncovered wishes to see;
So many truths to be someday revealed.
People marked by every little sin;
There are those who cannot be persuaded
To give up the life that they now live in;
To thrive in a brand new light; unshaded.
So though our world is clouded to no end,
This is our home, which I try to mend.