As the wind gently lifts her hair
I look into eyes so at a loss
Yet as she moves to tread on life
she stares at fear in the eye

Her face has the look of thunder
her wrath tells of a violent storm
But no one sees the sadness
and no one feels her pain

No one knows of the nights
she sits all alone in the dark
arms wrapped around herself
fighting tears with all her might

Then she wears her mask again
perhaps put on a smile today
until she’s by herself tonight
in the dark all alone once more

yldara 0819951996