• I walk past the street
    Just around the bend
    People
    All walking
    Getting somewhere
    Their faces
    They aren't happy faces
    They're worn down
    A crease of concern
    A wrinkle of wonderment
    Always something wrong
    But their eyes
    They're looking for something
    They look around at the many faces
    Looking for that one face
    To take it all away
    I look around
    Where's that face?
    The one that we look to for help
    The one that says everything will be fine
    Just trust me
    I'll hold you tight
    Keep you close
    Never alone
    Maybe...just maybe
    That's mine