A Thousand Faces

A thousand faces flashes through my mind ,
When I think of the life I’ve lived and shed.

Those faces tell me tales of life and cities that I’ve never known.
Once they were my companions in this long voyage through time;
But now they’re just broken pieces of memory strangled in my mind.

It’s strange how a part of you that died many moons ago still lives in someone else’s memory.
But with each passing winter
These faces are becoming blur,
As time is playing it’s trick on all of us.

Oh !! These thousand faces
For once they were my companions in this long voyage through time but now there are just broken pieces of my strangled memory.