through our lips lies pour out
through the eye our soul reaches out
our promises ever last
not even time can fix the past
to my fate i seek to see
a soul that will reach out for me

faces are two
to whom and to who?
whom's face smiles to me
and who's lie do i see?
both be one and both are to be seen
but to me they are different, behind which am i seen?

i am not white neither am i black
my fate does not rest inside a sack
there will be no hare such as i
from the day i was born to flee, to the day i will die
slumber i will as hard it may be
the snow is my friend
it shall not betray me

a poem

i have no names 
i have no eyes  
but my soul is filled with fire flies 
to my dismay all is real 
and too is very hard to deal 
i smell hearts silently thump 
but if i shatter away will it all be dump?