Where
Somewhere, oh somewhere
A place where I can go
To have a stranger become a friend
Or a whisper become a voice.
I long for the day
When I can find a pair of hands
To help me with my work
Or a pair of eyes to help me find my way.
But all I see are their shadows
Walking this way, walking the other way,
But never coming towards me,
Always going another direction
With nowhere to go or be.
I just wish the footsteps would stop
And turn their direction towards me.
But, oh I know where they are going,
And they will keep trekking without a stop.
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