I saw you on a crowded street,

And you seemed to stand alone.

You're smile hid the scars to deep to ever seem to show.

Your laughter made the world stand still,

And hearts begin to slow.

A lone guitar, played this passing star,

Searching for a home...

Left mystified those who saw your stride as you began to go.

"Oh stop" some cried, as they realized, that in your heart bestowed...

Lied sacred love that almost none had ever got to know.