With morning light, I dry my eye's and slowly push the pain inside. I'll keep it in a hidden place, where they can't see it on my face.

A brand new day get on with life. I'm still a mother, still a wife. Crawl out of bed put on the smile. if only for a little while.

When people ask me how I feel, Oh I'm just fine and how are you? They'll never know it isn't true. I keep the sorrow locked away, so they'll believe the words I say.

I hear them say that I'm so strong, but deep inside I know thier wrong. For breathing seems sometimes a task. It's getting hard to wear this mask.

This mask that hides the pain inside, I put it on the night you died. It hides the agony of living on, after one of your childrens gone.

They say that time can heal all wounds, but I know that this can't be. For there's not enough time that can go by, to free me from this misery.

And late at night when it's just me. I slip off my mask and set my tears free. For from myself this pain I can't hide, it's always there, it's always inside.