A thousand faces turned to you,
They look like something old and new.
Their glances fill your heart with fear,
They are that cross you ought to bear.
They worry mind,
They hurt your hand.
They saw the start,
They new the end.
Your heart is broken down with pain,
Your fear fills every cache of brain.
They show you things you scared to see:
Your hate, your lie, your blame, your sin.
They worry mind,
They hurt your hand.
They saw the start,
They knew the end.
You fight in vain, you lose the game,
Before you fall look through again -
Until you stop, they'll come before,
'Couse they are mirrors, nothing more.
A thousand faces
© Copyright: Сергей Грязнов, 2005
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