charades of a different kind
shades your pretty face
smiles for a broken heart
encased by embroidered lace

spunk to cover tiredness
strength for the extra mile
are drawn from drained-out wells
filled with bitter bile

why pay the penance for the past
when it's been washed away?
lift your eyes to the cross
now dawns a brand new day

why flog yourself for things regretted
when grace has paid the price?
these masks you wear don't change a thing
don't listen to his lies

charades of a different kind
to hide a broken past
grace to cover brokenness
that you may burn your mask