She loved stories about special souls
But life showed her she wasn’t one
So deeply sad the tears wouldn’t come
When the truth could no longer be outrun
No choice but to pick up everyone’s pieces
And put on a make-up smiley face of fun
Because there’s no where to go
And nothing to be done
The kids need their care
Life’s threads need to be spun
The days need to be lived
And other battles won
For the pesky thing that never waits
Is the rising of tomorrow’s sun
Pull it all together; that’s what I do
Freeze all sensations – set to stun
Buckle up and hold on tight
For the masquerade era has begun
Sparks 