Finding Fairytale

The crowd paces…
The crowd drowns me with its echoes,
Lively voices yet my murderers,
I feel lost like a midnight ghost.

I walk slowly…
Slowly while the crowd moves fast through,
I’d be sure to stare at each face,
A reason of finding you.

I see all gray…
Gray people and all are pale,
But I’m wishing to see a color,
That only you would bear.

I die daily…
Dying of heartaches you’ve made,
Come out, look and know me,
And the pain in me will fade.

Stupid crowd paces again…
And they keep me drowning,
But I stay and listen still,
To hear your footsteps coming.

I now walk with haste…
Rushing through the mad crowd,
I see you coming towards me,
Covering my eyes like a cloud.

I see bright colors…
And the luminous one’s from you,
A lost fairytale’s found,
From miles of road-so-blue.

I die daily…
But for now I’ll no longer sleep,
Coz a hand lifted me up from my grave,
Your hand I’ll forever keep.