Deceit, lies and pretense, are all but adorn thy pen
Fake as fiction, untrue, as the printed page unfolds to you
Engulfed, wrapped, typed... words, letters full of mirage
Scenes, acts that amazed your eyes
All but a story, all made up
Tomorrow, as the sun will shine again
Tonight as all the stars' twinkle remain
As the moon that rise up above
With its little light, to power the night
Only borrowed from the sun in all its might
Would you want to walk in the rain
Would you want to paddle in vain
Would you want to live in lies
Of made up and untrue lullabies
Or pretenses that cloud your eyes
We show our inner sides to all
When life's struggle is to the core
Too sad the young in all of us
Spew sadness, unkind words to our fellowman
We see them in unhappy faces, we see them all there in our midst
Life is short but once, we breath only how many times
Our steps are only measured to last,
With few and counted smiles at times
Bodies meant to decay, beauty isn't bound to be
To last, to stay, or to be ours for all eternity
Wouldn't you want then a true person in you
Wouldn't they want then to see life as true
As real rubies emeralds gold and diamonds
As those precious stars, that golden sun or that mesmerizing moon
Reign supremely in the sky, for all time and for all season...
