One crowd of people, One thousand different souls

Maybe it’s the guy in the hat or the one with freckles and moles

Maybe it’s the mom that looks too young for kids

Or the child in the stroller with closed eyelids

Maybe it’s the girl with the curly red hair

Maybe the old lady whose skin is so very fair

Maybe it’s you who could barely care 

Maybe it's the man standing next to you

The one who sees the things you go through

Sleepless nights, and restless days

constantly waiting to fade away

Longing for someone to notice the cloud

Someone who will see you in the crowd