| On Seeing A Mural In New York City |
As we walk down this alley-way And stare at all the people passing, They don't have faces Because they're on the wall beside us. They don't know they have no faces, And that some Picasso's stolen them away. They walk faceless down this alley, (hustle and bustle) Never bothering to look beside them. And see The faces on this brick wall, And See Who they really are. |