Mask.

Every day I put on the mask,

While everyone else seems to pass,

It is such a daunting task.

I've prayed many prayers, but didn't bother to ask,

Why everyone was so miscast.

Every day I put on the mask.

They carry on with broken clasps,

Knowing not where their road will end.

It is such a daunting task.

I have the answers just at my grasp,

But for fear of failure they remain hidden.

Every day I put on the mask.

So they continue to walk through the overcast,

A litte weaker with every passing glance.

It is such a daunting task.

And I sit at half-mast,

Among the ruins of the past.

Every day I put on the mask,

It is such a daunting task.