Sometimes we appear
Because of pride and fear
Sometimes we lie
To have no cry
Sometimes we hide
From our side
Sometimes we play
With mud and clay
Sometimes we cheat
And steal the seed
Sometimes we are loud
On which we are proud
Sometimes we pretend
With masks we were lent
Sometimes we fight
With our mind too tight
Sometimes we’re blind
Convinced of our kind
Sometimes we cannot see
The beauty of a tree
But sometimes we can hear
The voice of the heart
And all is clear
Our conscience, our guard
DidiArtist, 15.10.2011
