Lost in senselessness
Seven days
Every week

Tranquility outside
Restless in the mind
Faceless are the sorrows of the novelty to be

There's a young old face beside of me

Do you see the blood

Behind their tears
Over days
Every year

Don't you see blood
Behind their tears
It can't be


Why don't you take a second glance
To see what's really there

Take a guess on the road
It's leading towards
And see the pain

Behind a face
Stop by and help?
Too much of a grace!