Spirits fade but faces live on
Like the face of your dad or the face of your mom.
Your face is new, that's almost true
But your face, it's true, isn't truly you.
The face that's there is a face you share.
The mirror reveals it if you stare,
Aunt Petunia, uncle Reginald
Your face is not a true original.
Behold a nose, an eye or a cheek
Of those features, none are unique.
Wait you say, how can it be?
Because it's the face of your family.
