All around me are familiar facesAll wearing a mask,
inside,
worn out faces...
Their tears are filling up their glasses,
faces expressionless.
Hiding their faces,
drowning their sorrows,
seems like there is no tomorrow.
The dreams in which I'm dying,
are the best we ever had.
I find it hard to take.
The gates standing there,
awaiting the command to receive their guest...
I stand there,
watching as you walk towards those gates...
I cannot bear to see this day...
