Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never… never forget it.

Curtis Judalet

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Faces in the Crowd
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Esther walks the hall, carrying a candle
Listens at the wall, for a sign of life
Closing her eyes as the room fades away
Counting the chimes in the church of our savior ringing out
 
To faces in the crowd
 
Simon drives this town, works a graveyard Sunday
Esther flags him down, doesn't speak a word
He hums to himself as the streets disappear
He catches himself looking back in the mirror filled with doubt
 
Two faces in the crowd
 
On the ferry from Dover to Calais
Arm in arm on a windswept day
I've got a photo of them sailing away
 
Mother's so pretty, father's so proud
 
I stop to count the chimes, an orphan in the shadows
So little left behind, so much I'll never know
A list in 'The Times' of the lives lost at sea
An old photograph and a past that seems so like
On the ferry from Dover to Calais
Arm in arm on a windswept day
I've got a photo of them sailing away
Mother?s so pretty, father?s so proud
 
Esther walks the hall, carrying a candle
Listens at the wall, for a sign of life