The Veneer of a Volunteer

(Humble Man)
There was a dream I held, deep within my very soul.
Hidden within the darkness of my twisted mind.
Unknown to you all.
Through many hands I gave, encasing all within my art.
Hiding my pain, within everyone else’s operatic lives.
Unknown to you all.

(Recipients)
All our dreams have come true, our lives are a joy for us.
Yet we’re searching for the master pulling all our strings.
In front of you all.

(Humble Man)
As the curtains rise and their voices soar.
They’re in search of the one who encased them within his art.
From the bottom of his heart.
Hidden within plain sight, using his mind and soul.
Walking around without a home of his very own.
Basking within the depths of hell.

(Recipients)
All our dreams have come true, our lives are a joy for us.
Yet we’re searching for the master pulling all our strings.
In front of you all.

(Humble Man)
As the curtains fell, my many stories now at an end.
I remain silent, out of respect and love.
Unknown to you all.
Due to my oath given, and the veneer of a volunteer.
I don’t bask within the love and embrace from them all.
Oh, the sacrifices from one’s heart.

(Recipients)
All our dreams have come true, our lives are a joy for us.
Yet we’re searching for the master pulling all our strings.
In front of you all.

(Humble Man)
I live my life alone, avoiding truth and the light, keeping my word.
Yet I still dream of basking within the love you all possess.
To grow and become whole.
Take a step back, put on my shoes, are you willing to go for a walk?
They say that sharing one’s burdens can heal a soul.
To grow and become whole.