I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.
On the outside, they look just like everybody else,
but they aren't;
they are broken.
They're broken for different reasons,
and in different ways they hide
the pain, the hurt, the story; they will never tell.
The source of the brokenness
is what they hide.
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met.
They look just like everybody else,
but they aren't;
they are broken.
They are just like me!
Time is slow, time is fast.
It never stops, but it always lasts.
It's time for be
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it
अलग अलग गलियों कुचों में लोग कोन गिनत
All of my life
I was living in a lie.
It seems that my childhood
has flow
