Faces of the past
that were once so familiar
have somehow begotten
images the mind has forgotten
Who is this stranger
that can I remember
in pictures lost remind
the sentiment of another time
And when I called you my friend
did you know that one day
you would come to the places
the mind keeps memories of faces?
Faces of the past
like smoke in the wind
will make me cry when
memories of you leave me again
