We all walk
With our painted faces
Our masks are firmly placed
As we walk across the stage
Our masks are ever changing
Joy, excitement, sadness, rage
Our masks are always there
In this real-life masquerade
With mask firmly placed
We enter each day
And with each change of scene
We find new lines to say
It's only when we dropp the mask
And quit this daily play
And be our true character
Without the masquerade
That's when life becomes fulfilling
And the best memories are made
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem