Happy about nothing
Sad about everything,
Take up your masks
And put on a show
Dance across stages
Black ink and white pages
Make one wrong move
And everyone will know.
Some of us wear our troubles like cloaks,
And cover our faces with shadow and smoke
Some of us cower in darkness and fear
Some whisper in hope that another will hear
Our hearts are corrupt, diluted and strange--
We know somewhere in them that living means pain
We build walls of ice, iron, and steel
To help us pretend that our troubles aren't real
We stain them so black that the bleeding won't show
We forget that hurt's something everyone knows.
So draw back the curtains and open the blinds,
It's okay for today to let the sun shine
Feel the warmth on your skin,
Let the light in
And remember all wounds heal in time.
To love at all is to suffer fears great and strong
The chance to make right of what was done wrong
So though it hurts you,
It's what you must do
To rise when you fall and sing a new song.
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