Bottled in your face
The pain-
The glory-
I can always see it there.
It is what I fear my dear,
Your never really near.

Smiles hide the tears
You and I
Know
Are captured there.
Its what you fear
That was never really there.

So we come
And together we go.
Will we ever be able to let go?
Of what was near
That we thought was always there?