I weep for the willows
For the stranger's sorrows
The delicate things one never cherished
Dreams that have perished

Imitators of truthfulness
Cruelty of ruthfulness
Loss of laughter
Reality missing a happy ever after

Forced smiles
Treacherous miles
One has yet to overcome
What the superficial has become

Lies in it's purest form
Struggles in this hypocrite storm
Journey's end
Lives began

Those missing
Those wishing
For another chance
In this endless dance

Flurry of fears,
These are my pool of tears
I weep for everything

Both good and bad