I know your face...

From among the crowds I can still spot you...
They can mask you... they can put jingles and bells on you... dress you like a clown...
They can hide you behind all the phony make-up and put you up for sale...
But.... I know you...
Your scent is in the air... filling my lungs with dreams and hopes...

You shine through... And I'm happy that I can still see you for who you are...

I know your face...

Ramadan Kareem... to all...