I watch the joyous children play
And remember what it's like to smile
Not the plastic kind I wear upon my face
But the real kind I long ago exiled
It's now a distant memory
And a fading one at that
For it seems like so many centuries ago
When last I opened my mouth and laughed
My days are filled with ice now
And so long they're endless it seems
Doe when your whole life is a charade
You can no longer find the dreams
And I envy those children
In the darkest shade of green
For other than their make believe monsters
They know no fiends
But I refuse to think it's hopeless
I need to believe there's a way out
That I haven't failed at happiness
And didn't take the wrong route
That this life is not what's meant to be
That there's more than endless ice
And my days may no longer be filled with green
That this blade shall suffice