My bride to comfort me   when all seems lost   A kiss upon my brow   to soften my suffering   She means so well   I haven't the heart   To tell her   my smile was forced.      My mother cries for me when no one will   Her words of compassion swell my eyes   "It's not fair this has happened to you,   And I'd do anything to take away your pain"      My rage to help me through the day   And visions of black to cure my loss   I taunt the pain to prove it's real   And greet my facade with a grin      Look what your God has made me   Placing spikes within my flesh   A crown of nails for my sunken head   To shy away from this freak