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| Faces Passing On A Subway Train In Dowtown Boston |
| By, Dennis Moran |
Walking around in downtown Boston
A place I go to try to get lost in
See faces passing on a subway train
Faces of joy ; faces of pain
All these faces , young and old
Waiting to have their stories told
Faces of guilt ; faces of madness
Faces of bliss ; faces of sadness
But they're just faces passing on a subway train
Each staring out their own window pane
So I take a long look up into the sky
Wondering " what happens when these faces die " ?
Will some be remembered ? Or will all be forgotten ?
And what terrible wars have these faces fought in ?
Some look at me with expressions of shame
Some turn away , but even then , I do not blame
Because we're all pawns in life's mysterious game
And they're just faces passing . . . on a subway train |
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