all the world is a stage
everyone has a part to play
quite unfortunate but true
in order to survive, in order to get by,
in order to not pass life’s curfew
everyone has a part to play
quite unfortunate but true
mainly when the damage is done
causing life to appear askew
continuously repairing ourselves,
the souls biggest task...
like a hammer coming down,
on your fragile glass mask...
by love... by hate
cracked open and broken...
restored to conceal,
the emotions spoken...
by joy... by sadness
conducting everyone’s madness...