The streets are filled with empty faces

It’s like a sea of vanity

They wear the marks of their disgraces

Like bloody badges on their sleeves

And as you step in slightly closer

You can see each pixel clear

You see the faces fall in focus

Ever sharp as you draw near

–

But until you look into a stranger’s eyes

There’s no way that you can ever realize

The very depths of each and every fear and pain

That manifests itself in every scar and stain

The regretful emblems of a broken past

And the sense that we are going nowhere fast

–

We are all just like fading leaves

As the seasons turn, we all fall from the trees

And no there’s nothing left, but to wither and change

We have a moment of glory

But then our colours fade

–

See the man with his ambition

To change the world through his ideal

He feels empowered by his mission

But his vision isn’t real

And with each step he finds he’s further

From the goals he memorized

He wonders, should he bother

can his dreams be realized

–

You have to look into a stranger’s eyes

And share your very soul, and shed disguise

To show to the man the depths of all your fear and pain

And manifest your brokenness in every scar and stain

The regretful emblems of your broken past

Can be a hope for him to remain steadfast

–

We are all just like fading leaves

As the seasons turn, we all fall from the trees

And no there’s nothing left, but to wither and change

We have a moment of glory

We have a moment of glory

We have a moment of glory

But then our colours fade

~j.d.schofield