Perhaps we knew us so well
before the world forced us to question
who are we to us?
Every morning with a new masquerade,
Walking with crippled fears and doubts
Assuming it covers the whole face.
You see those eyes
Filled with untold fears and tears,
Even more clearly
When that masquerade
Only reveals their eyes.
You see it all,
Like through a crystal ball.
Perhaps they know you do,
‘cause you know they do.
Since your own eyes,
When you view the world
Do you think they hide all truth,
Though you too have put on your masquerade?
