A Face in the Blurr
Will I know you when you arrive?
I have spent years being tricked and blinded
Will I be able to pick you out from the blurring
crowd?
Twinkling eyes and warm smiles pull me in
But I have been left standing with my head
spinning many times
Will I be able to hear your voice amongst the
noise?
I have fallen victim to soft alluring tones and
verbal chocolate
I will keep a place for you
Pondering the possibilities
By the time I am restored you will be here
I will be ready