Paradise of Strangers

Your hands shake

Your voice’s long gone

Your mind is wondering which mask

Will be the one that’s right


You’ve been playing this game

Since before time began

Now given a chance to redeem yourself

You don’t know where to stand


Will they want a shy girl?

The mask you liked best

Will they like the popular queen,

Standing above the rest?


You could be sweet, you could be jealous

You could be perfect or sad

You could be beautiful, you could be invisible

You’re identity mad


Drop your mask, stand up tall

The last song’s long silent at the masquerade ball

You can start again

Just finger the possibility

You can turn a new page

Don’t take heed of the danger

You’re just another who had found freedom

In this paradise of strangers

The End

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