Face In The Crowd
Every night I lay long awake, thinking.
My mind churns with thoughts and dreams.
I watch the stars through the window,
twinkling so prettily
like diamonds floating on the sea,
and in my mind I draw little lines
to connect the stars and draw happy faces.
But sometimes there will be one star
which I can't seem to connect to anything.
It just sits there alone on a face.
It becomes a tear.
Then I cry for the face that cries,
for it seems so lonely.
I bury my face in my pillow
and cry the saddest tears you would ever see.
Because the lonely face in the crowd--
it's just me.
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