a sham
the masquerade
marches on and on
and on

we hide ourselves
from others hearts
to timid to seek
a healing

yet all the while
if we’d just lay it down
we’d find they’re just like us

they too are timid
and hiding their pain
longing for a magic touch
to embrace their
tortured hearts

so we keep on building
walls to the ceiling
the ceiling of our
own little worlds