I stand there,
Listening to the guitar strings,
Strumming in my ears,
And mellow lyrics,
Creating an atmosphere.
I look around,
And see people hustling,
Their laughter reverberating,
Mind wondering, why ain’t I bustling?
Hoping to find a familiar face,
The one I know from the start,
The one that lives in the heart,
The one that will take away the pain,
The one that will take me in his arms again.