Nobody Came For Me

While the downpour clashes to the ground
as the breaking stretches it forms to sound
and the snorter vehicles finds their way
Pollutes the music haven everyday

There at the lonely bus stand i sat
on the eerie bench thats flat
Thinking whats mischief at home
worrying the mights and what ifs when i'm gone

The silver puddle on the quiet ground
Enlightens tis sorrow heart with an inch
Slowly replaces a calm line by this frown
Interrogates the fright whom ablazed a flint

A girl sitting all alone
Hoping none to forget those weak bones
when and where are they

Happy thoughts flow to her from her prayer
Realising the bitter will get the sweet and better
As still then she counts the engines pass by
Yet is now flowing down her velvet cheeks, a cry.