Passing Cloud

A passing cloud
A face in the crowd
Fleeting moments I see

Grains of sand
Slipping through my hand
Things that could never be

The walk of life
The strain and strife
Somehow I've lost my way

The steal of light
The cometh of night
In darkness fade away

To dreams beyond
From hopes forlorn
Of what I could never be

A passing cloud
My face in the crowd
No more, no more, me