Sometimes I feel so lost,
wand’ring through crowds,
gazing into faces I cannot speak to.
I seem to roam aimlessly.
feeling roses in my hand,
yet, I cannot breathe their scent.
Uncertain stares are cast my way
and I wonder if I will sail
in harmony or in storm;
So though you may wonder
why I stop to say hi,
or why I always smile.
I do so because I see warmth
in your eyes and your smile,
and friendship in your heart.
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