To Pass Away

What shall we believe?
when they flash
those eyes of innocence at us
and lead us to believe
that's who they are

and then see them turn around
to replace this face
with yet another mask
as their spirit, in a flash
is hidden somewhere deep within

then a glint of steel
arises in their eyes
that cuts right through
the seeming innocence
as they make real
their games of war
and pain and isolation

How long shall we spend?
searching in their darkness
to find and then revive
that pure fire in those eyes
of innocence

or the love that they contain
somewhere in the shadowlands
hidden 'neath the parts they play
where the spotlight's
not allowed to shine
for fear the truth will out

as they allow their love of life
to pass away . . .


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