what more could thee put up front.
A hidden grin behind those tears,
or a darker self that one does fear.
Days and weeks we meet and greet,
by force or will we shall not speak.
Truth or deception one shall leak,
but what do we truly seek?
Is it the attention that one does need?
To shroud the past that hurts too deep.
Is it the power that one does greed?
To prey on others that they call weak.
Friends that bond had shed their gones,
so does everyone that moan their lawns.
Does this mean that we were wrong,
to include them all into this song?
