كلمات Face of Wood

Dreaming in a chair, contemplating The times gone by - exhilarating, entertaining Reaching out with tenderness Scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence Catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions Moving targets and camera shy The moon is dark and shadowed The sun keeps ticking by Silence and solitude No one left to cry No one left to cry Standing in front a mirror I draw and pinch my skin Tired eyes portray reality A face of lines which melt in the world I am oak I am oak I am oak I am oak