They pass by

The face that was familiar is no more.

I search the crowds of people I pass by

I cannot find you so my heart is sore.

The face that was familiar is no more.

My future’s empty, sadness drifts before

There is no god and no one to implore.

There is no mother, comfortless  I cry

The face that was familiar is no more.

I weep before the people who pass by