His face was forever lost,
Stealed from him with brushes,
nothing but remaining ashes,
Just another roaming ghost,

They Painted Over My Face,
and gave me a new way to see,
to smell, heard and taste
the things they wanted to seek.

The claws of shame tear you apart,
Lots of expressions were ne'er yours,
not anymore, just a remaining spark,
That soon or later became ours.

They Painted Over My Face,
but nothing could be change,
You were part of the canvas,
And ne'er seted up your bias.