The mask to deceive those whom we can,
Hiding our eyes from the mirror inside of our soul's.
Evil within, without the mask is exposed,
He or she can then hide behind Satan's face a face
People wear.
The mask some wear at a grave laid rest
In sight, to shed no tears or signs of grief, one must
Be brave.
Let us be judged on what we wear beneath the mask
And see them watch us as their watched as well.
The frown a smile the smile a frown, beneath our cries
Go unheard.
Unashamed amazing Grace is sung the dirt is vile and
Vile we sing a humble song a song that in which we hide.
And miles to walk he said before we sleep and dream
A dream where what once was may then in sleep be other wise.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let us be judged on what we wear beneath the mask And see them watch us as their watched as well. True expressions of reality. Well written. Thanks for sharing