HEre's one of of mine....
A Face in the Crowd
Lost in the madding crowd
Shoved and pushed around
The Road thronging with people
How many have found,
Or shall, an identity find?
Lost in the milling grind
Is a face that does not want
To forever be suffocated, be hidden,
To be asleep in tomorrow's dawn
The crowd screams,'Tis a reckless dream'.
Lost in the crushing stream
The face turns, the heart
Striving to preserve the spark
Feet trying to fight the flow, dart
Towards the horizon never to stop
Lost in the engulfing mob
Heads turn, a rebel they see
'You're on of us', they shout
But will too strong, the rebel breaks free
To find, discover and know
To see, feel, breathe and be known
Something different, something new
And like the brethren who had afore broken away
The face has again a name to say
Never to look back, never to repent
Never to feel alone, never to resent
The face proclaims, firm and aloud
Never again to be just ANOTHER FACE IN THE CROWD..
Its long...but pls read the whole thing..