The Mist Rolls In

The mist rolls in, and blankets secrets dark

It mirrors cold emotions left from wounds

The scars we keep inside our hidden hearts

A creeping fog envelops in the gloom.

Enshrouded in the grey and clammy dew

Our lives we live untruthful every day

We cower under smiles on the cue

A plastered mask of silence made of clay.

The sunny side we see, it's true indeed

That lining in the clouds they talk about

Our happiness is real despite our need

To long forget the past we don't let out.

Regrets, they stay with hearts that long to speak

Until they lose the fog which they so seek.