She sees a Million faces,
They're all faces without a name.
She goes to different places,
The feeling is still the same,
She looks through the still growing crowd,
And lets out a muffled moan.
These people seem so proud,
She feels so alone.
The crowd is dwindling now,
Yet nothing has really changed.
She doesn't see why or how
This place could seem so strange.
She wishes you were here to hold her.
To keep her safe and warm,
She says this in all honesty.
When you are near, no one can do her harm.