At a table,
He sits alone,
Hoping,
Waiting,
To go home.
Listening,
Seeing,
Through the tears,
Watching all his wildest fears.
People whisper,
People stare,
People wonder,
Hearts will tear.
He hears the laughter,
Not his own,
Shrinking,
Praying,
To go home.
His soul was lost,
Use to be bright,
Can't stop the tears,
That comes at night.
In life you lose the things you love,
Dying like a falling dove.
Your heart feels like it soon will stop,
The mask you hide behind will pop.
You wonder if they all are right,
Why mom won't hold you tight at night.
You write your story with a knife,
If pain is there,
There still is life.
His heart becomes a battleground,
But then a new girl comes around.
She see's you cut's and hugs you tight,
Soon your heart has taken flight.
People whisper,
People stare,
But all is right,
If she is there.