I am walking through the maddening crowd
No face is covered yet everyone I see wid my eyes hones a shroud.
Each face I see is known
Yet each is a stranger ..mysterious and unknown.
I keep on walking trying to keep pace with al
lEveryone acts so cold .. I shudder and I fall.
They all keep on walking..none turns back
I stare…trying to stand up but then I am tampered down by another fake pack
.I wanna look up to them
I want them to lift me up..
but I haven’t any strength left I feel ditched…just like a broken stem
I wave to them.
.i call out but no one helps me up
.I lay on my own on the blessed ground
Tampered down by people.yea they r my ownall of them I see around
Still deep in thought ..bleeding
I close my eyes..inside..i feel the flames feeding.
I hope some one would come by
He would hold me and make me fly.
He would take me away from my misery
He’d make me so happy…oh that’s to much to think..it makes me dizzy.
I open my eyes
Still believing in my lies.
I try to get up and fall againI try again ignoring the pain
.But I fall again..but I know I’ll have to get up on myself
No one’s gonna come for meI am just as some dust on the wooden shelf.
Then I stagger again..mingling with the crowd
No one notices …they actually din’have the time to uncover their shroud.
One fine day when this journey will end
When finally I would be free ..i won’t need to blend.
I wonder if anyone would notice my absence
Would two people fight for my justice…would anone stand up in my defence.
I tried to touch each lifeA
nd while I am at the point of the death knife
.I would wonder was my life worthwile
Did I do anything to make everyone smile
.Maybe someone would drop a tearA real one..it’d roll down crystal clear
Through that maddening crown it’d steer.
I’d sip it in the sky
Oh yes that’d be the moment when I’d die
Satisfied..i’ll have my wish..and I’d fly..
Away from the mad crowds..Away from the different coloured shrouds…