Don’t look for me in these busy city streets,
I’m leaving them behind.
Don’t look for me in a faceless crowd,
I’m not there for you to find.

Don’t look for me in these dark halls,
I’ve not walked them in untold time.
Don’t look for me before you,
I have not acquired such a disguise.

And should you dare look behind you,
it is not I who you shall see.
Should you glance over your shoulder,
I shall be an absentee.

Do not expect me to catch you,
that you should ever fall.
Do not reach out for my hand,
you need not, as you recall.

Because I’m not in these busy streets,
they’ve never suit my taste.
I’m not in these faceless crowds,
I’ve left them with such great haste.

I’m not in these darkened halls,
for it is the light which leaves me enthralled.
And I will forever hold your hand,
So never will you fall.

I will not be behind you,
nor before you, I do declare.
But should you choose to look beside you,
My love, I am already there.