We must not

Affected by the atmosphere of strain

We fear to ask for what we need

Yet life goes by and will not come again

Affected by the mists of all the pain

We must not turn to crime nor torture,maim

Let hope come down like clear sweet summer rain

Be innocent of eye for what we read

Affected by the atmosphere of strain

We defer our own demands or even needs

The face that was familiar

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
Which played, my own life force would go.
That one must live and one must die is plain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again