We

We are the voice of the song unsung,
We are the change that never begun.
We are the life that was never born,
We are the soul that has become forlorn.

Life's disastrous beauty is in such disrepair
But we welcome its embrace, as a goodnight kiss.
Her soothing, sweet tales about the lover's affair
Is nothing more than the facade of promised bliss.

We play pretend with the mask with a grin,
We give away our hearts made of perfect porcelain.
We please the masses with our perfect composure,
We lack the puzzle piece that will bring us closure.

The lover's quarrel is of never ending strife;
While Life sits back with string in hand.
She plays the puppeteer in the lover's life,
Life plays with us all as she sifts like the sand.

We are the problem that blocks our own eyes,
We are the solution that shows us blue skies.
We are the end of a simple pleasure,
We are the beginning of a new found treasure.

Life tosses us, plays with us, and ruins our love;
She brings us people that are nothing but fake.
Tossed about and battered but we fall short of
Being torn down and broken because we cannot break.