Faces in the Crowd

Esther walks the hall, carrying a candle
 Listens at the wall, for a sign of life
 Closing her eyes as the room fades away
 Counting the chimes in the church of our saviour ringing out
 Two faces in the crowd
 Simon drives this town, works a graveyard Sunday
 Esther flags him down, doesn? t speak a word
 He hums to himself as the streets disappear
 He catches himself looking back in the mirror filled with doubt
 Two faces in the crowd
 On the ferry from Dover to Calais
 Arm in arm on a windswept day
 I? ve got a photo of them sailing away
 Mother? s so pretty, father? s so proud.
 I stop to count the chimes, an orphan in the shadows
 So little left behind, so much I? ll never know
 A list in? the Times? of the lives lost at sea
 An old photograph and a past that seems so like