fleeting glances
blind to the world
knowing of knowledge
of nothing at all
thinking you know a friend
coming out false
a new dawn rises
and a friendship is born
having to be the strong-
hold of the kindred
whose numbers keep growing
with each passing day
the eye sees where your going
no mortal eye does
the eye of the beholder
now holds something else
a secret so deadly
no one can know
not father
not mother
nor sister
not sister
she simply can't know
secrets are kept
buried deep under plastered
on faces of happiness
no one can find you
through the faces you paint
so time ticks on slowly
the plaster is chipping
the sun now is rising
on a newly spread dawn
the one now is coming
to remove all your faces
to bear all your secrets
and hide them again