Knowing all the secrets
Knowing all the wrongs
When left alone in darkness
Where does truth belong?
He stands before the mirror
The one within his eyes
He looks beyond the pale facade
And see through all the lies.
Alone he faced himself in dark
No other to impress
He knew all that he had done
No need to confess.
They only see the painted smile
The twinkle in his eyes
But they don’t hear his soul inside
They don’t hear his cries.
There he is for those that need
Shoulders strong and broad
Solid and dependable
But still inside a fraud.
A little boy so lost and tired
Yes, tired of being brave
Waits in vain for Mom or Dad
Waiting to be saved.
But life is what He’s made of it
A sadness truly earned
Pity not this silly boy
Or how it all has turned.
‘Cause at the very end we see
The prize of all our strife
Chaos reigns and dreams subside
Such was this boy’s life.