Shermain Joy Lipao

In some people's pretty eyes
There's a great painful disguise,
Disguise that dressed their lonely heart
With devastating cuts that ever hurt.

Their smiles turned into sobs.
Their laughter turned into screams.
Their days turned into nights,
And their joys turned into sorrows.

But no matter what caused their pains,
They move forward as they wipe their tears,
For in every beat of a lonely heart
There is hope that lights the path.

When you're lost in the eternity of sorrow
And despair flows in every vessel within you
There's always a comrade, like a hero
Who lightens and settles your life to glow.

When you're carrying an aching burden
And the purpose of your life's left hidden
There's always an angel from the heavens
Who breaks the rules which are forbidden
And saves you from the tomb of desperation.

A comrade, a hero, an angel...
Whatever you call him, he's a friend
Who listens, who comforts, who understands
And who's worthy to be one of a kind.