Mask

Undying the world of statues is 
My porcelain mask is crumbling
On my path I keep stumbling
The current of my life
Has occurred to me to be on the downfall

I fall down to my down fall and when I fall down I start to crawl on the ground I listen to the sound of a soft angel like voice it hoists me back up on my feet 
today I shall not taste defeat

Belief of a happy ending puts me at ease
At least the cold iron won't end my journey 
And lead won't fill my head tonight sadness
Won't rule me tonight.