In these days of darkness,
That bring us so much pain,
We all search or a way out.
We all need an escape.
I thought the world was gray,
Born to die and feel afraid,
And everything we say or do,
Hides within a masquerade.
The plastic faces that we meet,
Never make it to our end.
Laughter from another soul,
Portrays our enemy as a friend.
And behind every golden mask,
That we use to hide our sin,
Is a scared, young child,
Trying to live in a world of pretend.


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