The face that was within me fades away.
I hope for some time longer it may stay.
That which I thought permanent is gone.
No more are we so special to someone.
At first I saw his face as if he lived
But to the dead there’s nothing we can give.
We must turn away and walk alone.
Let the face be blanked out like a stone.
The shingle on the beach, the cobbled street
They have no faces,nothing we can meet
Can we live without another’s gaze?
Mysterious is the Lord as are his ways
How my heart sings 