FACES IN THE CROWD

© RYAN GUILEY

Looking at the faces in the crowd,

While the band starts to play loud,

Could you have been at the venue?

As I dream, but it is never turns to be true.

 

So, I get emotional as I’m just alone,

Listening to the singer with his soft tone,

A love melody plays as the guitar strums,

But proud that I was with my real Mom.

 

Why can’t I see you? Or spend time?

Why are our days left so behind?

Hoping one day you will be there,

Wiping all our sad and happy tears.

 

People get up and start to dance,

How I miss those tight black pants,

Having nobody to put my arm around,

I’m just aching, going alone home bound.

 

Driving in the streets, as headlights shine,

  But no one tells me that you are fine,

Worried about of our children, hoping

That they are doing great as I’m coping.

 

Not being a part in their lives at all,

Wishing I could take them to the malls,

To see Santa, like how it was like before,

Dreams just vanished with close doors.

 

All I have is a spiritual energy that comes,

As I just write letters to you from,

My heart as our hearts will reunite,

Love can’t be divided, since ours is so right.