In the circus of this world,
amongst these clowns,
The role plays they have
And the games they perform.
Oh! Just a charade you are.
Your games of love and peace,
And the affection you shower
With the steel heart you possess
Olive leafs you offer??
Such a charade you are.
You turn that dazzling smile,
Oh so pretty!!
Under that makeup and flowing hair
These are masks you posses,
Manipulating and twisting us,
with your evil intents
The camouflage of care is gone,
with that your farce act,
Beneath it lays the true you
I have seen at last,
Stop this pretend game, Oh do stop
Because at the very end
Just a charade you are.
