Lonely in a Crowded City
I wander through the crowded streets, lonely as can be,
for all the people there, no one sees a thing.
Lonely in a world of people, they watch but do not see.
I wander on in search of warmth; the people are so cold.
I look for love, and seek to find, someone to hold me tight,
someone to ease this loneliness, and heal my wounded heart.
I find a bench and I sit down to watch the birds fly by.
Alone, I watch a tide of people, as they're surging by,
always moving somewhere, never stop to think.
They might feel sad and lonely, if they just had the time,
but they're always running, leaving me behind.
I suppose I should be there to, running all the time,
but I just can't keep the pace, or the state of mind.
I got tired and then I stopped, so now I just don't try.
I sit and try to figure out, the next thing I should do.
All alone I return home, empty as it is.
I'm just to timid and to shy to fill this empty space.
And so I sleep at night, with no oasis to see.
Yet I go on and seek to find my hopeful, healing light.