Behind the mask of a thousand lies,
Behind the mask of a thousand sorrows;
A soft and brittle soul lies,
Hidden from eyes sharper than arrows.
Behind the mask of a thousand pains,
Behind the mask of a thousand angers;
Hides a soul of one with a thousand names,
The soul of one with a thousand masks.
Behind a thousand masks lies a soft soul,
With masks hardened by the test of time,
By handfuls of problems mould,
Which most are not of my time.
Behind a thousand masks lies a quiet soul,
Yearning for a love so strong,
So it can reach the deep soul,
Breaking the masks that still holds strong.
Behind a thousand masks lies a poor soul,
All alone with no one ever around,
With no one inside to bring down the soul,
Nor anyone to get it off the ground.
Behind a thousand masks lies a hidden soul,
Whom no one has ever seen,
With masks ever so thick,
Like a mystery that cannot be solved,
Forever unknown.
