I see faces in the clouds
And curtains and the walls
I see faces in the trees
And the leaves before they fall
I look into the mirror
And this is what I see
A face thay call a failure
Looking looking back at me.
I told my mother what I had seen
The mirror clouds and curtains
And the leaves upon the trees.
Her words were wise as always
She turned and said to me
Believe nothing that you hear son
And only half of what you see.