WHERE PEOPLE HAVE NO FACE

WHERE PEOPLE HAVE NO FACE

Restless dreams of a better world,
Broken in dreams of love to stand the rain.
Deserts in my soul, dried out in my heart,
Disappointed.

Burning in hope for a sunshine day,
Starving in hope for hands to keep me warm.
Ashes in my brain, debris of look-ahead,
Devastated.

Gonna leave it all behind.
Gonna go where people have no face.
Gonna live where people have no name.
Gonna live where people leave no trace.
Gonna fade where people play no games,
where people have no face.

Blow the circle of the common madness,
Cut the rope I’m dancing on,
Cut the string that’s leading me
to the yonder zone.

Ruptured by faith in a yonder zone,
Captured by faith in gods to save their rose.
Ice-cold my eyes, bloodless now my hands,
Disinfected.


© by Norman Alexander