Fool

Of all the tears shed by time
Non more sweet or bitter as mine
My Devils play a dangerous game
Mind and body are not the same
The steel mask lies beyond my grasp
Perverting the look of what life has
No amount of tears, will, passion or pain
Can release the captive, free again
But can it happen, is it really true
Can Soul finally be released by you?
Through narrowed eyes I can see you try
But you see not the tears Soul cries
And yet I know someday still
That no-one can love you like Soul will.