Something in the darkness, weeps silent tears of sin,
To release the hardened surface, of not letting you in.
Everyone is looking for a smile, a laugh, a prayer.
Without this they see nothing, and leave without a care.
Alone and empty walking, away from sun strained eyes,
Of people that will only, believe your façade lies.
Without this mask of summer, they don’t want to see you here.
So lone and dead you sit, among the blackened tear.