With witty words and fluent phrases
I’ve performed on many stages
Dazzling critics with my charm
All this done to my own harm.
For to the master of disguise
The world’s a stage where none can hide
Save only by appearing as
One who hides nothing he has.
But as such kept in secret still
Is the heart and active will
For none will often see beyond
The stages lights and magic’s con
Thereby while hidden it’s free
The heart to rest alone in peace
Until that time when someone more
Than pretty faces well adorned
Makes an entrance through the walls
And for that form the heart will fall.
Thus stripped of masquerading games
The heart and soul sits on display
And sleight-of-hand cannot replace
The truth behind the curtained stage.
So here I sit in solitude
Pondering what can I do?
For all the wit and charm of mine
Is useless to the purest mind.
Somehow you’ve gained an entrance through
These walls for years I’d built and hewn.
My bag of tricks is thrown away
The mask at last ripped from my face.
The games are worn my words run few
I didn’t know I needed you.
My hearts been stolen by another
More than thoughtless broken lovers
By an angel I can’t reach
For I’ve not yet learned how to speak
Without the workings of my mind
To cloak my feelings in disguise.
For years of painting on a face
Of smiles kept my heart at bay
Always left behind the stage
Not welcome in my masquerade.
But like an angel sent from heaven
You broke the chains, opened its prison
And now revealed for what it is
The gilded stage has lost its bliss.
Though critics scoff at purity
And players scorn reality
I find anew my soul is kindled
To pursue what once had dwindled.
Wait for me is all I ask
Till I’ve learned to live with no mask.