Amongst the crowd I stroll and stumble
Alone I tread so small and humble
Beneath the grey and mighty skies
I’ll walk and fall…I’ll break and crumble

And every piece of me will scatter
Beneath the crowd and piercing chatter
The once so slight and humble soul
Will be eternal shreds and matter
And gentle winds will spread my core
Through boundless earth and endless water

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