I’m lost in a movie, dead to the world,
No one really cares as I get old.
They say “turn a page”, I’ve turned many more,
But nothing has changed, my mind is still raw.
I plead at your feet, as you turn to the crowd,
Wishing that one day, you will come round.
I say “I’ve come here, what shall I do?
I’m waiting for guidance, I want it from you!”
As light starts to fade, you come to me now,
A drift in the breeze, I know that somehow,
You say “I am here, from up in the clouds,
When times do get tough, I will look down!”