Way back home, [English]

a mask

We wear a mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,

This debt we pay to the human mind,

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And a 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 masks.

Bringing joy to people's minds,

We smile, but, Oh great Christ, our cries?

Forming love shapes on our faces,

But a broken one on our hearts,

As we smile through the pain,

Telling people we are fine.

Beneath our feet, and long the mile,

There is a hole filled with a throne,

Throne?

There used to be flowers but now thrones?

Why thrones,

Why?

You know why,

let the world dream otherwise.