Petals In The Grass
Strange Faces
Disheveled people
I stop to stare
No one to hold them
Nobody to care
Their faces look blank
Strangers to me
Don't see a smile
None full of glee
Alone in this world
They walk about
Want to make them sing
And hear them shout
Quietly they go
Always seeming to fall
Pretty people make fun
At the beggars to us all
I stop to stare
No one to hold them
Nobody to care
Their faces look blank
Strangers to me
Don't see a smile
None full of glee
Alone in this world
They walk about
Want to make them sing
And hear them shout
Quietly they go
Always seeming to fall
Pretty people make fun
At the beggars to us all
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Strange Faces
Strange Faces
