Standing all alone amongst the crowd,
searching the warmth of the forgotten hand.
Muffled by the remembrance of the o’l times,
retaliating the inner voice to kill that illusion.
There she goes ….
All Alone….All Alone
Looking for place that she knew of perfect color,
hiding her stolen moment untouched by time.
Tried and scared of walking all alone,
Running through the life’s maze aimlessly
Where she stops…
No One… No One Knows
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