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.
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.