There are times that I forget
(You are so kind and brave)
That at night your cheeks are wet
You never rant or rave
Though life has dealt you cards
That others would curse in the day
Instead you pick up the shards
Of your life and keep on your way
On the stage your head is high
(For all of life is a stage)
No one knows that it’s a lie
They see no war to wage
For the war is in your heart
And you struggle every night
You struggle to play the part
And out of black find white
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