I am standing at a crossroads
misled by life
Either direction
will cause me strife

I wish for guidance
A sign for me to see
A direction, a guiding star
to set myself free

But all I see is darkness
No star in my spiritual sky
So many unanswered questions
Yet, no reasons why

I am a Mistress of masks
covering my fragile heart
I am playing games
where I am acting each part

Now the curtain has fallen
I am standing exposed on the scene
The play is over
but I will leave as a Queen

I leave the applause behind me
with my head held high
Again I kept it secret
No one saw me cry.