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