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.


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