We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
I remember when I was small and cool,
I was always playing truant from school.
My
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
Your smile makes me smile,
Your laugh makes me laugh.
Your eyes are enchanting.
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
