Faces unknown stare at you
What do they say, you wonder anew
Eyes that tell many a tale
Take me home, some sadly bewail
Oft they plea, hear me out
You're left to cringe, shudder and doubt
Of God's mysteries, old as rock
Some to cradle, some to mock
Others left to dusty trail
Full of woes, and oh, so frail
None ever to bail them out
On their own must fight the bout
Yet these eyes haunt you and say
If only we could find a way
Why does His stand so unfair be
He gave you all and naught to me
Haplessly without a word
You look on still
At life's strange turns
And the Maker's Will