No one sees the truth, I think
As I walk along the path.
No one sees that mask she makes when
She tries to hide away.
And the truth is not all that ugly,
Not as bad as she thinks it seems.
She and I are not that different,
Who we want to be.

When the sun dances through the air,
And insects skate across the grass,
I breathe the air, and count the leaves,
and
Think of my friend long past.
She too hid herself
Away from the prying eyes.
And no one saw beyond her shell.
Her only true disguise
Was the way she would laugh and play
But there was no hiding the hurt she felt
At the end of the day.
And so it pains me to believe
That this friend of mine
Is hiding behind another mask,
When I am willing to reveal
Mine.

I hold the storm away with a smile at the sky,
And try to think of good things
That will help time pass by.
The stream is clear as glass today,
And my lungs are full of air.
And my friend who is with me here today,
I am certain I see her mask chipping away,
And we can laugh and dance and cry
Without ever having to wonder why,
Why wear a mask in the first place?