Chutzpah.

Faces, resembling faces,

Lies and graditude,

How they look the same,

With shadows merged together,

And no eye can say,

No touch can feel,

The lies,

No hold can feel,

The graditude,

Do you listen to the heart?

The heart of a liar,

And the heart filled with gratitude,

For the million faces,

Under the single sun,

A shadow may have,

A million faces,

And a million reasons,

But do you listen to the heart?

Do you sing?

When you're lost,

And in the millions of faces,

That caress your shadows,

But never you,

Never you, and who you are,

Millions of faces caress your shadows,

The ones in the moment,

The ones merged together,

Of the liar in you,

Of the fighter in you,

In the moment of loss,

The million faces, caress the faces of you,

But do you sing?

When you're you,

With the one,

Who listens to your heart.