Behind these masks hides a struggle, between my tears, between my smile. The one who speaks, are just my eyes, but now they stealthily learned to lie! The tears for help, have drenched the world Who do we help? The weak? The kind? These soaring cries, now made us forget, the spirited joy, once never contained. Never loose hope, oh aching world, amidst these chaos is a silent world. The tears will one day cleanse your soul, and all that's left, will be spirited joy! A year for compassion, another for love, to slowly heal this aching world. Until then my eyes shall stealthily lie, of these struggles between my tears and smile .