Gazing at all the passer by’s, looking right through their soul
Some would ponder the question “Why?”
While other just turn and go.
You look for me thru a misty fog
In hopes that you find me here.
I see you sitting on a bench
I am frozen in my stare.
My oh my … how breath taking you are..
My oh me.. you’re my shooting star.
All that have, all tucked inside
Could never be known by passer by’s. ..
For you posess the key that unlocks my soul..
Though you are but a memory,
Someone I used to know.