Who Is That Face
Who is that face....
I look and feel like me,
but who is that face.
I look down at my hands,
where are my rings?
Maybe I never had any.
I see photos of my face, my body, even my feet.
Why is this feeling deep in my tummy,
why is this happening to me.
Who is that face?
I look into your eyes each morning,
and before bed each night
Who is that face....
Each day I fade a bit more,
sinking into a place of sadness.
Someday I pray I know that face.....
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