The End

My quest everyday is to fake my smiles, But no one know's it's been going on for miles Down the road of hurt and sorrow Always waiting for tomorrow. Surviving the storm that it has been. A hurricane of tears from within. The clouds are clearing now I see. The storm has ended:I am free. My quest now coming to an end. Hear these words I speak my friend. Faking my smiles I do rue, But now my smiles real and true. No longer down the road of hurt and sorrow. Looking forward to tomorrow.