Another Time

In this space,
Drifting through the crowds,
This man made grace,
So alone,
Dirfting through the crowds,
To call my home.

As I stand,
I don't know I take your hand.
So rehearsed so very bland.
Introductions are in place,
Another time another face,
Another time another face.

Sorrow waits,
Whispers in my ear as morning breaks,
You'll know me,
Not for who I am,
But who you see.

As I stand,
I don't know I take your hand.
So rehearsed so very bland.
Introductions are in place,
Another time another face,
Another time another face.

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