Every morning I wake up to silence,
The ticking clock, my only friend.
I step outside, feel the world's defiance,
Hoping today my loneliness might end.
But I'm just a shadow in the crowd,
A whisper lost within the loud.
Dreaming of a hand to hold,
A story waiting to be told.
In the café, I find my corner seat,
Watching lives unfold in front of me.
Conversations I will never meet,
Wishing for a face that turns to see.
But I'm just a shadow in the crowd,
A whisper lost within the loud.
Dreaming of a hand to hold,
A story waiting to be told.
I was someone once, with dreams so bright,
Now I'm just a ghost in the morning light.
Memories fade, as time slips by,
In my silent world, I wonder why.
The park bench, my sanctuary of tears,
Feeding birds that know my name.
Each sunset brings unspoken fears,
Of another day, just the same.
But I'm just a shadow in the crowd,
A whisper lost within the loud.
Dreaming of a hand to hold,
A story waiting to be told.
So here I am, a soul misplaced,
With longing etched upon my face.
In the echoes of my silent song,
I wonder where it all went wrong.