For to wear, why wear to hide your own points?
The sun do climb and moon will groan in night.
So tears will rain from sky for winds to cool.
Am I asleep to you, but none will know
And you may leave the note of your return
So you may wear the aches so sour again.
In your return, will we again smile soon
But there in me may lie sincere chagrin
“Oh, you are well”, as I would ask in smile.
So real the act, so fake will both display,
And you may spin to show the life within
With tears, I stand and approach to hold hand
And I may spoke so ill of you this time.
Turn bare, as eyes are dusty, not sense.