Girl On The Bus
Longing eyes behind golden curls
so far away in your own world.
I count the times and don't forget
how many times our eyes have met.
I sympathise, you're still a member
of that insecure world that I remember
before I lost the will to live
and left the world I can't forgive.
You find new life - a pot of gold
when you escape yourself and leave the old.
It can't hold you back when you lose your tail
and the wind is there to to fill your sail.
A girl on a bus with a pretty face
is all you'll ever be if you stay in the race.
Life can be way more way more than it seems
if you break all chains and follow your dreams.