Lyrics

It was on the 118
Behind those eyes so much unseen
Buried deep and painfully
Was much too much weight for the teen
 
But I was lost up in myself
With friendships placed upon the shelf
No excuse other than youth
A not so inconvenient truth
 
One thousand faces we all have
This one you wear now is your mask
Good or bad, this too shall pass
 
Decades now have come to pass
Chiseled stone to name the cast
I can’t stress enough, Time and Space
Remember life is not a race
 
One thousand faces we all have
This one you wear now is your path
And good or bad, this too shall pass