Masked
The scars upon my face,
The troubles and deaths,
The pain and the sorrow I have caused.
Has eroded away any love that I have,
Except for my love for her.
Her voice is like an angel's harp,
Her light is the bright side of the moon,
And when will she come to me?
She sees but mask not the one behind,
The man that she could save.
My mask hides my scars and hides the truth,
My scars show the ugliness of me.
And with out my mask I should not breathe.
Seeing only the mask I am doomed,
Without it she will not love me.
So masked will stay and throughout the day,
Hope she will unmask me,
Hope that she'll love me.