i wander this crowded room
alone
past so many lives i will never know
searching for the eyes that reflect my own
for just a single chance to show
that behind these walls
where weeds have grown
there lies an ocean of flames
unknown
the noise of the room converts to haze
full of buzz that conceals what we want to say
the promises made to bury the pain
those words we pretend have passed away
that we long for the innocence
behind the disdain
for a moment of honesty
along the way
