Masks

It may be the truth
It may be a farce
At least we know who we are
In this crazy world full of masks
And innocence that will never last

We observe while portraying a face
   Not our own, of course
       For we are in a deadly place
But all alone, we know who we are
Deep inside, we bear terrible scars
   On our hearts, our minds, our bodies
We pray for a better place
   Where innocence can be salvaged
       And where there are no masks
           Covering the face of many
      No fear there
       But such a place cannot appear
           For there must always be fear
               And masks are forever here