We will take to the tunnels
in the underground lair,
seeing a sad tear
in the eyes
of the girl standing
on the platform there.
The monstrous winds
rumbling through her hair.
We struggle to breathe
through the smog
clouding our view.
choking in the underworld fog
of farewells and faraway tales.
Looking into the deep dark void ahead.
we await the song
of the subterranean throng.
We will sit and watch
the frowning sea of faces,
crowding, looking for spaces
as clowns sit in thrones
in the houses above..
Will we see love?
In this murky world of momentum,
where no one stops to see
the girl with the eyes so teary.
Will anyone hold her hand?
Listen to her tears,
as they hit the concrete
Will anyone stop?
Give her their ears
or will they all just rush past?
A wave on turbulent seas.
Missing the boat,
their chance to make
a difference
to a heart in need.
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