No pretenses, In the middle of all
we are who we are and do what we do.
What we learned to survive as we fall
in the darkness below, in the midst of a strife-
Sometimes we must pay what is due
and the price may be big or be small
but we pay for contentment with life.
No pretense to disguise who we are
since the tears that may flow are the same
and just the same is the hurt that we feel-
At the end all we have is just a name
with some pieces of a broken heart,
when defeated and tired we kneel
and we see our lives come apart.