The Charade Day to day I drift through life, Pretending I'm happy, But crying inside, Solving others problems, With the greatest of ease, Yet when it comes to my own, I cannot find the key, Pulled in oppisite directions, Which path to take, Looking above for guidance, Knowing that other's heart's are at stake, Staying neutral for now, Alone bearing the pain, I've played this role for years, And somehow I'm still sane, Reminding myself, The day will come, When my obligations will be filled, My role here will be done, Till then I'll play the charade, Giving everyone what they need, Keeping faith my day will come, When finally my heart will be free. copyright C.Wallace 12/15/2000 |
