Indifferent Face

Many faces you have as a veil, Many verses and poems I know, Find black cross on the grave, it is frail, Fly to edge very fast with a crow. And I see, brittle dreams are not dead, But I'm tired, I was waiting so long, You believe that your god's daily bread, Does your heart have so love or it's gone? Many times, many times I was deaf to the tales about evil and good, And my ear was offended with laugh, laugh of yours, I'm in grave now, I'm mute. Many faces you have as a veil, Many verses and poems I knew, You found grave and black cross that is frail with indifferent face and it's true.