I want to stand in busy streets.

Where unfamiliar faces meet.

Feel the rush, as they pass.

In their hurry, Moving fast

You would think it commonplace,

To see each entire face.

Nowadays that’s quite a task

As every face wears a mask

Take me back before it started,

When life was not for broken hearted.

Theres places to see, people to be

Every soul aching — Can I be free?

We are at the beginnings and end.

Of the same circle, my friend.

The earth will fall at your feet

The we can fill — every.empty.street.