A lyric I never could finnish....


Unfamilar faces

Unfamiliar faces fill up familiar places
Where pocket money buys your mind fuzzy
Loss myself within crowds of faces that are tired
We are young but we are so un-alive




Words by Helen Warren
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Written on 2008-08-03 at 15:02

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Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
I like where you rhymed "faces" with "places", that's good. Good work! I'll be glad to read the whole thing if you can ever finish it. :-)

T.
2008-08-04


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Helen...

"We are young but we are so un-alive"

A great descriptive line of what so many youngsters
look like in their shopping malls and on their cell-phones...

xxxx Stan
2008-08-03