A Walk Through Wilted Gardens

Still this masquerade displayed
from hopeful hearts to promenade
The wants and needs of ends so frayed
to tie them up the past replayed
The journey of redemption
casts us out from day to day
The love we always sought to seek
finds hearts now cold and gray
Death of our obstruction
a reduction of salvation
an answer true though jaded through
this minor complication
On the mighty stage we dance
and on that stage we falter
still believe the choice we feed
the end is ours to alter
Will it be the finding of
the show that brought them tears
or will it be ovation of
the death of wasted years
Either or completed
playing ours from day to day
And yet we are that masquerade
as hearts still promenade.