The mask we wear, that smiles and lies,
so hides the tears, that's in our eyes.
We practise hard, with inner guile,
with torn and bleeding heart, we smile.
Why should we show them, otherwise,
why should we let them, hear our sighs.
Let them not think, or dare to ask,
that this our smile, is just a mask
The voice is gone, but we are here,
and gone is that once dreadful fear.
The mask will vanish, just like a pain
and then once more, we'll smile again.