At the first face I stare
A beast cruel and unfair
Mocking sneer, selfish glare.
For him I do not care.
The second face I see
Tortured soul and body,
Hurt without dignity.
For him do I have pity.
At the third face I gaze
Quiet in a better place
Man from hell itself raised.
For him shall I have praise.
The last face I witness
A man with my likeness
Calm in strength and weakness
Him I love, Him I bless.
Making It Up As I Go 