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!
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Love is a mystery
never to be solved
when two people have a history
and a
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo
God blessed me one sunny day.
He sent me an angel from so far away
To love and he
Stress is eating at me every minute and second of the day, how do I cope with the horrible effect
