Stained Glass Masquerade

Is there an y one that fails?

there?

Is there an y one that falls?

Am I the on ly one in church to day in the feel in’ so small?

stage?

’Cause when I take a look a round, ing, and ev ’ry bod y seems so strong.

On I know they’ll soon dis cov er can we that I don’t be long.

So I tuck it all a way, like I ev ’ry thing’s o kay.

If I make them all be lieve it, that may be I’ll be lieve it too.

So with a paint ed grin, pen, I play the part a gain,

so ev ’ry one will see me be the way that I see them.

Are we hap py plas tic peo ple un der shin y plas tic stee ples, with walls a round our weak ness and smiles to hide our pain?

But if the in vi ta tion’s o pen to ev ’ry heart that has been bro ken, may be then we close the cur tain on our stained glass mas quer (G)ade.

Is there an y one who’s been there?

Are there an y hands to raise?

Am I the on ly one who’s trad ed day in the al tar for a stage?

’Cause The per form ance is con vinc ing, and we know ev ’ry line by heart.

On ly when no one is watch ing can we real ly fall a part.

So But would it set me free if I dared to let you see If the truth be hind the per son that you i mag ine me to be?

Well, would your arms be o pen, or would you walk a way,

or would the love of Je sus be e nough to make you stay?

Are we hap py plas tic peo ple un der shin y plas tic stee ples, with walls a round our weak ness and smiles to hide our pain?

But if the in vi ta tion’s o pen to ev ’ry heart that has been bro ken, may be then we close the cur tain on our stained glass mas quer (G)ade.

Is there an y one who’s been (G)ade.

Are we hap py plas tic peo (F#)ade.

Well, if the in vi ta tion’s o pen to ev ’ry heart that has been bro ken, may be then we close the cur tain on the stained glass mas quer ade.

Is there an y one that fails?

Is there an y one that falls?

Am I the on ly one in church to day feel in’ so (G)small?