We're Strangers
People are strange when you're a stranger In a strange land. Under the weight Of the stifling sands of time, Faces come out of the rain. Mistaking sadness for the serene, We're left wondering why We're born - it appears - just to cry. Cry, cry, and cry - our minds May be whispering the beautiful names Of Mary, Lucy, or Gabriella But all we see, all we dare to see Are the missed opportunities Born from our lack of second sight. Faces of pain, regret, and anguish Hidden by the marks socially approved To not offend the deceptions within, Deceptions bolstered by The Kaleidoscopic skins We feel best present us at any given Time. Time: time, time, and time again We're forgiven And yet we lock the door and throw away The keys to our own prisons.