Lonely in the busy places,
Strangers stare from loved one’s faces
Mixed up clothing head to toe,
Lost outside your own front door.
Not sure who to really trust,
Choices short, so trust you must,
And take a stranger’s hand today,
Hope that they will show the way.
Streets you would have sworn you knew,
Different now, all new to you.
Walking in the hope you’ll find
The last place that you left your mind.
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