Friday, 28 May 2010
stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone who's been there
are there any hands to raise?
Am I the only one who's traded
the altar for a stage?
The performance is convincing
and we know every line by heart.
Only when no one is watching
can we really fall apart.
Are we happy plastic people
under shiny plastic steeples?
With walls to hide our weakness
and smiles to hide our pain.
But if the invitation's open
to every heart that has been broken,
maybe then we close the curtain
on our stained glass masquerade.