The Faces

The faces are different everywhere Always coming and going A smile or a sorrow somewhere Every thought in eyes knowing Those faces they say allot With difference appearances each day They bring out moods they’ve got To give you a moment to weigh Someone is walking on empty With a thought to express the inside Appearing on the streets middlingly Something perhaps those eyes hide Easy going or in much restrain Catching a time train or walking Showing laughter or inside pain With every expression it’s talking