Standing among the crowd of unknown faces,
Silence defines the ironic loneliness in the noise.
Eyes tired of searching for a familiar face in the vast sea,
Thoughts tired of wandering unknown paths.
Fainting footsteps silence any help in my path
Raindrops hide the teardrops on my face, carrying it to ground
Moist breeze blows on me and waves wash my feet
And I breathe, realizing it was dusk.
With the hope of a new dawn, I let go
It was not the end, but this was how life was meant to be
My thoughts rest and I find peace