The world believes the strength is real, A steady hand, a quiet face. They do not see the things to feel, Within the dark and lonely space. To wake up tired from the start, And go to sleep with heavy eyes. A hollow beat within the heart, Beneath the weight of all the lies. He smiles to hide the inner storm, And acts as if the world is fine. To keep the outer image warm, While walking on a thin, gray line. He cries alone and wipes the tears, Then walks away to face the crowd.