Mere appearance can be a deception
A mask that draws away all the attention
In this world, those without one will grow weary
For some people are truly never sorry
Proclaiming themselves to be different
As if saying so would become a deterrent
They clasp their hands in silent prayer
All the while thinking themselves to be better
They do not stop to consider the cost
Nor the Man who saved them by carrying a cross
It's so easy to just look away day by day
After all they can always look up and pray
The last of the real ones have always been unfound
For they are at rest beneath the ground
Such purity and holiness do not last
In a world that has forgotten the events of the past
People don't really know that they exist
Until they become one of the deceased
And in a moment they proclaim to be sad
For there goes the last true children of God
Author's Note:
This piece was partly inspired by a number of people. Some of them still living, and some of them have passed away. They are the ones who truly strive for the betterment of the world and the people around them. They are the ones who ask for nothing in return. They are the ones who stand steadfast while everyone around them succumbs to the world, the ones who have so much compassion and empathy, and it is in them that I have seen God.
On another note, this was also inspired by what a priest said when I told him my story, about my failures and frustrations in life to which he said, 'It's not about the falling but the rising.' You have no idea how much your words meant to me.