I do not know ten thousand faces
I can maybe remember ten
So in the days of sudden plague
I do not miss those men
Though I hear the widows crying
And I watch the funeral march
I do not see their faces
Under the dead man’s arch
I do not know ten thousand faces
I can hardly count to five
When dealing with high numbers
Now only ten thousand are left alive
I’m glad to just wake up each day
And see the morning light
Grateful that I’d been sleeping
Through the plague of night
But then a short time later
When the plague has died away
The tears will start to fall
Beside the common grave
And the people all around me
As speechless as a morgue
Lost in yesterday’s shadows
Without a sound they walk
I don’t know ten thousand faces
They just fade away like spots
You live, you strive, you love again
It’s too hard to count the cost
