
Looking on a thousand faces,
Snow flurries carry their thoughts,
And the eyes, each frantic and weary,
Scream a desperation,
"Help me" they ask
"Help me understand"
"Help me fathom why it's this way"
And the trains yells her departure,
And the thousand faces step aboard,
And the outsider, the witness, his heart breaks,
His hands want to hold each face to remind them
"Everything will be okay. Do not worry. All is taken care of"
But he knows he can't,
They must carry on their journey,
And in trusting their stories,
A blessing is cast to the wind,
The snow flurry messengers on duty,
Each sending a thought of hope,
And some melt on the foreheads of strangers,
And stream down their cheeks,
And the outsider faces the sky, closing his eyes,
Letting snow be delivered upon his face.
About the Creator
John Anthony
Began writing out of a strange impulse while working as a cashier. Inspired at first by lyrics then spread my spotlight to include anything profound and human.


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