Walking in a sea of faces
I disappear into the background and observe 
The vast contrast of our beauty
The immense strength of our souls

Walking in a sea of faces
I listen to our voices
Echoing through the air
Carrying the ancestral beat of the drum in our laugh
Being used for cursing instead of blessing

Walking in a sea of faces
I smell the stench of decay
Not flesh dying but my people and their love 
Seeing their eyes being
Repulsed by thier own darkness

Walking in a sea of faces
I learn to blend in 
Because pride is gone 
And now every man is for himself

Walking in a sea of faces
I realize that I’m alone
Not because I’m physically alone
But because I am not welcomed by my own

Walking in a sea of faces
I disappear into the background to observe
The vast contrast of our beauty
The immense strength of our souls

I wonder when will we come back to ourselves
To finally become whole.