by Dennis Underwood

 

I come and I go, I come and I go,
And the face I wear can only stare.
By day and by night I do what is right
But nothing is there; no, nothing is there.
There is no light as through the night
I come and I go, I come and I go.

I’m locked deep inside, but I cannot hide.
I bow and smile through unending whiles
Of hoping they’ll know, of fearing I’ll show.
Through wearying miles, I stumble through aisles
Of people who go and never will know
I’m locked deep inside, but I cannot hide