In a world where glances can sting,
beneath the surface, hearts beat strong,
we wear our masks and hide ourselves
each soul a story, each road belongs.

Talking behind backs with whisper sighs,
we’re all wanderers on this trail,
casting shadows upon our dreams
searching for love in a world so frail.

If only we could walk a simple mile,
to see the battles stars they bear,
In worn-out shoes, with broken laces
to find compassion, to show...