What are we, but figures of skin?
What are we, but souls of sin?
What are we, what have we been?
What story is there behind a grin?
The stories of men are what I seek.
Behind each face, the messages speak.
Of people turned depressed and morally weak,
and of experiences which leave men bleak.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
What are we, but figures of skin?
What are we, but souls of sin?
What are we, what have we been?
What story is there behind a grin?
The stories of men are what I seek.
Behind each face, the messages speak.
Of people turned depressed and morally weak,
and of experiences which leave men bleak.
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